Still Beautiful

Snow falls outside, silent chorus of icy white
You stride into my chambers
Incandescent eyes the hue of the witch’s magical broth
Your mood as dark as the black iron of her cauldron
Oh child, you have marched through the treacheries of hell
Your body bears testament to the cruel fate they have made you endure
Though you do not believe it to be so, you retain great beauty
Soft skin, enchanting eyes, sharp mind,
the exquisite ridges of the roof of your mouth,
sweet notes from your throat sung during love
Though changed, you are the savior
Eternally beautiful