True beauty is not just an outward light
But often more the light that shines within;
The outward beckons moths in mindless flight,
The inward, gives the butterfly sojourn;
For outward beauty’s but a lustrous sheen
Whose glaze may yet conceal a darker heart;
And lack of luster may the converse bring
And shadow light the inward may impart.
Bright beacons can confound both moths and men
Oft leading promised pilgrimage to doom;
But from the meekest butterfly we learn,
The brighter light may burn in simple bloom;
For beauty is not always as it seems,
And dark may lurk beneath what beauty gleams.
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