My beauty is seen by the world as a sparkling nova to be touched, captured, fooled or sold for pleasure or penny.

Also, the beauty in me is seen by the witness of my battle becoming a bold beaconing bare soul with each stroke of sword.

I feel perturbed as to why beauty is made so cheap be it physical or mental.

But I smirk off and walk my path living the spirit of an invincible warrior that refuse the ordinary.