In all beauty

There is a touch of gray

Even roses of crimson red

Will soon decay

Every monster

Seems harmless at first

But the closer you get

The more you will hurt

Behind every beauty

There is a beast

Hidden deep in cavern

But soon will retreat

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Because once you look inside

It holds partial truths

And complete lies

So now, I warn you

Of the beauty adorned

And how every virtue

Must carry thorns