In the mirror, she surveys her face,
Each wrinkle, each line a trace
Of years gone by, of youth's embrace,
Skin deep, beauty stripped away.

She clings to potions and youthful creams,
Chasing secrets in her desperate dreams,
But time's cruel touch, it slowly deems,
Skin deep, beauty stripped away.

But what of her soul, her spirit within?
Can she find a way to make beauty win?
To keep her spirit pure, untamed by sin,
To keep her soul beautiful for all time.

She searches the depths of her very soul,
Chasing secrets that make her whole,
For in this quest, she sees the toll
Of years gone by, of time's cruel chime.

And as she delves deeper into her core,
She finds...