Beauty is a shiny place
where souls transform into dust.
Beauty is an ocean of time,
where souls shimmer and seconds drown in breaths.
Beauty is a shamble of death,
where souls are held in throat-bottles and strangled without limbs.
Beauty is a swollen mine,
where stones are the gods of moonlight and are glistens of the stars.
Beauty is a place of the future,
where towns are lost like coins and no man knows how to be found.