When they spoke of beauty

They never spoke of you

As with all of their convention

They would not have seen it in you

But I saw you

Against the night

With pale white skin

And cold black stare

You were beauty

With pain behind

Those coal dark eyes

And spikes around

Your heart

Such beauty

By their words

I could not have imagined it

And their definition was askew

But when I saw you, I knew

Raven tresses upon your head

And darkness in your smile

A flash of wicked

And pearly whites

And beauty

Your mouth of cherry

Tinged with sadness

Colorless cheeks

And death around the eyes

You were beauty still

Their convention be damned

Because I had not seen beauty

Until that night

And you