A Costly Mistake

I slew the nightingale while all else were busy focusing their camera lenses. My eyes are not quickly fooled. They have been tutored against symmetry as innocence. Nor do they dilate when registering a warm burst of vibrant colors. A sparkle can not bribe my iron judgement. Let it dance and turn the inexcusable into high art replete with a velvet rope to cordon off hard witness. A shimmer so easily besets the simple. How quickly are the base won by physical charm and harmonic pitch. Few can see the corruption that beauty conceals. It is nothing for me to make a gorgeous waterfall run crimson. Malignancy is able to cloak itself with a kaleidoscope of butterflies. Therefore I must disrobe her with poison mist. Monarchs and mosquitos swept together in the same dead pile. Show yourself without the cover of supple youth. Reveal yourself beneath the lusty strands of enchantment that coil to the earth. Make yourself known outside the blush of playful guile. I know who you are and have come to collect the price of those who hunt for sport. Your silk may be able to twirl like spun glass, but can it resist the fatal stroke of a dualist? The soreing admiration you have built up through sensuality will no longer camouflage your inward rot. You are upwind of my position and I can trace you down to the last pebble you have disturbed out of its place. Sing for the judge. Then sing again for the executioner. Form will no longer provide the repose from scent hounds. I can undo comeliness with my gaze and teach this at my pleasure. There is no place where you can slip in between that I can not break open. There is no cult of devotees numerous and strong enough to prevent my hand. Do not expect my approach to be that of a herd of stampeding elephants. I have studied all the motions of beautiful lies; how they dodge moments before attempted seizure. I have no net or spear at my disposal. By education of sight alone is your end determined. Mothers will stop doting over you. Fathers will refuse your lodging. Soldiers will deny protection money. Children will deride you in chorus. Even a grateful mouse will not indulge your table scraps. Your sentence will be carried out through the sting of unclouded perception. Attention wanes when gloss is rubbed dull. Eloquence has abandoned your cause and the dilapidated runway of your tongue has grounded every flight of fancy. The bones are dry and do not stack as confidently as they did in times past. Stand in haughty defiance or fall down in submission. Either way, I have laid your modesty bare.