The Curse Of Auburn Beauty Poem by Akim Alshami

As red as flame her hair is set and flows
Like auburn leaves falling with ease in Fall
And eyes like ocean whirlpools caught in stone
She sits with grace upon her four wheel throne

Beauty and charm hides wrath beneath that face
Not of her temperament or of place
But body's own revulsion to it's state
An inborn curse gifted by crooked fates

At devils pick of hour the skin would flare
A civil war against that crystal glare
Like in the myths told centuries ago
The gods above are jealous of her glow