Beauty of the night.

They call her beauty of night,
Flawless skin, shimmers white,
Something about her can't be right,
Maybe I just say that out of spite.

She can give beauty to things unseen,
as if she was some sort of vaccine.
Those she crosses who are obscene,
washes their souls almost serene.

The souls which are completely dark with sin,
she can smell their posionous skin,
Their beauty has been stolen from within,
Written outside-- with a wicked grin.

She can't touch those stained black as coal.
Her gift only goes out to those with a soul.
Beauty in those, the devil has stole,
Leaving, ugly for them to play as their role.

Have you tried seeing beauty when light is not outside?
Not seeing a face, is it hard to decide?
Her senses, or you could say instincts is all she applied,
She listens to everything she hears inside.

She is definately one of a kind,
One who is rare to even find,
Her secret she never lets show, she only holds it deep in her mind,
I bet no one would of guessed that she was blind.

So her story, which is not told,
The truth she likes to hold,
Would you give your eyes to be sold,
in order to receive a heart of gold? :)