Fractured Beauty
Reflection
In the glass coffin, a skull lies in wait,
A canvas of colors, a fractured state.
Pastel hues dance upon its bony frame,
A macabre waltz, a beauty to reclaim.
The teeth, a gleaming row, a grin so wide,
A rictus of death, a skeleton's pride.
The colors swirl, a psychedelic dream,
A fusion of life and death, a surreal theme.
In this glass box, a paradox is held,
A thing of beauty, a thing that's cold.
A reminder that death is not an end,
But a transformation, a new trend.
The skull, a symbol, a sign of what's to be,
A fractured beauty, for you and me.