She stands stiffly with a statue's posture
Her marble skin is whiter than snow and colder than ice
Her platinum hair is frozen in an image of the ocean's frothy waves
Her face is vague and magical, so unreadable that anyone that looks at her is mystified
Her eyes are the only glimmer of color that she shows; they dance with imprisoned joy that time has turned to hate
She is refined, elegant, graceful, beautiful; everything that she should be
Yet no one can bear to look at her, not even the sculptor that transformed her in to this beautiful monster
They say that he loved her, but how can you destroy such innocent beauty and turn it into the symbol of all evil?