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.

poem by chris laverty

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