They’d never look me
directly in the eye
lest they be petrified
by an unholy beauty.
Tales of my monstrosity
have been a rallying cry
for the heroes whose morals
forbid my existence.
The courage it must take
to point a finger
at a being whose only sin
was her natural beauty
and call her an abomination.
Though I retreat
to the edge of the world,
they sharpen their swords
and seek me out.
Their hatred haunts me
in the depths of this cave.
I’ll not be at peace
until my head rests
on the blade of their justice.
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