Bling, Bling...

Bling was all she was about ...
Bracelets and necklaces ....
Rings and ear rings...
Looked good on her ...
Bling, bling ...

Then, came a day when all that bling wasn't worth looking at ....
Nothing mattered ...
All the bling was removed ...
She shaved her head ...
And, walked away ....
In the moonlight ....
Her silhoutte...
A dark shadow ...
Moving away from humanness...
A bald figure ...
Luminous in her own light ....
The blings done away with ...
No more shining armour ...
But a glow upon the face that once smiled ...
No more smiling...
Just a harsh look ....
People say, She is very stern ...
She says, so be it ....
I don't care.

To untrained eyes....
She seems like a frigid ice maiden ..
Trained eyes... make out ...
The pain in those eyes...
The faint smile she gives ...
A shadow of a wide grin of her past.
She is a terror...
Walking, talking terror...
People run away from her presence ...
Lest she devour them with her harsh words...
She is divine ...
Yet, destructible....
She is the ultimate truth....
But, an unsaid, unwritten poem ...
About to be unfurled bud of rose...
A bleeding Red Rose.

Bling, bling ... All gone ... in the blink of an eye.