If beauty be a tingling taste of terror -
drink not too deep; for he who tempted delves
in the beyond - may see a place in error
where unimagined horrors find themselves.
A statue once there was – serene its face,
though round it one traced pain - the eyes
were fixed and riveted – a dreadful place
they spoke of - where the weight of ages lies.
His soul was a mosaic incomplete -
its missing fragments oft in far-flung realms
he sought; new pleasures did his senses greet -
forbidden fruits and spice that overwhelms.
An angel in a vision he was shown -
its beauty absolute turned him to stone.