Edge of Beauty I

 

Upon the edge of beauty, she stands tall, A vision in the shadows, we heed her call. Her grace defies convention, fiercely bright, A beacon in the darkness, our guiding light.

Her edgy garb, a statement bold and free, An armor worn, her spirit's symphony. With stern visage, androgynous and fair, A hint of mystery lingers in the air.

Asymmetric features, a work of art, Her beauty whispers secrets to the heart. In her defiance, we find our own release, The edge of beauty, a haven of peace.

For she is more than just a lovely face, Her presence, a reminder to embrace The endless forms that beauty can obtain, A testament that all of us can reign.