Once a Beauty Beyond Compare

Once a beauty beyond compare,

With golden locks and skin so fair,

Her heart was filled with a burning desire,

For wealth, fame, and power, to aspire.

The devil appeared, with a tempting deal,

To grant her wishes, make them real,

In exchange, he demanded a toll,

Her beauty, now lost, replaced by a pig's troll.

The curse was set, a price to pay,

Whenever love came her way,

Her face transformed, a monstrous display,

Her heart was broken, her beauty restored, they say.

She walked alone, in sadness and pain,

Hiding her face, trying to remain sane,

But love would find her, time and again,

And with each embrace, she transformed in vain.

Her heart was shattered, time and again,

To restore her beauty, she had to endure the pain,

A devastating price to pay, to regain,

The beauty that she had lost, in the devil's game.

So beware, oh seekers of fortune's light,

The devil's deal is a treacherous plight,

A curse to bear, day and night,

A beauty lost, replaced by a porcine sight.

For love and beauty cannot be bought,

A lesson learned, a price so wrought,

A curse to bear, forever sought,

A broken heart, the only way out.

In a Red Maternity Dress

In a red maternity dress,

She stands alone, in deep distress,

Her hands cradling her unborn womb,

In the cold and misty gloom.

The deserted parking lot surrounds,

As she waits for a ride that never resounds,

The world passing her by,

With no one to hear her desperate cry.

Loneliness is her only friend,

As she stands alone until the end,

No one to share her pain or strife,

A tragic figure, the essence of life.

The misty air clings to her skin,

As she longs for someone to take her in,

But the world is cruel and unforgiving,

Leaving her to face the cold and unrelenting.

Her unborn child, a symbol of hope,

A flicker of light in the shadowed scope,

Yet the weight of the world on her shoulders,

Leaves her feeling weak and much bolder.

And so she waits, a lonely figure,

In a world that leaves her without a trigger,

The red dress a symbol of her pain,

Her heart breaking, forever in vain.

The misty day will come and go,

Leaving her standing there, alone in her sorrow,

A haunting figure in the cold and mist,

Forever waiting for a ride that never exists.

As She Gazes out The Frosted Window

As she gazes out the frosted window, the woman contemplates the meaning of life. The barren winter landscape stretches before her, stark and unyielding in its austerity. The trees stand like skeletal sentinels, stripped bare of their lush foliage, the ground a cold and lifeless expanse of snow and ice.

And yet, in the corner of the room, a vase of flowers stands in brilliant contrast to the winter landscape outside. The delicate blooms, plucked from their natural home and brought indoors, seem to embody the fleeting nature of life. They are a reminder that beauty and vitality can exist even in the midst of the harshest of environments.

The woman's thoughts drift to the nature of existence, the cycle of birth, growth, decay, and death that governs all life. She ponders the purpose of it all, the meaning behind the seemingly endless cycle of creation and destruction.

She considers the flowers in the vase, marveling at their fragile beauty and the brief span of time that they will endure. She wonders if perhaps the true purpose of life is not to cling desperately to existence, but rather to embrace the ephemeral nature of all things and to find beauty and meaning in the fleeting moments of our lives.

As the woman continues to contemplate the nature of life, she realizes that the true answer to the meaning of it all may never be fully understood. But she knows that, like the flowers in the vase, she will continue to bloom and flourish for as long as she can, embracing the beauty of each moment and cherishing the people and experiences that give her life meaning and purpose.

And with that realization, the woman turns from the window, content in the knowledge that while the world may be harsh and unforgiving at times, there is always beauty and wonder to be found, even in the darkest of moments.