Ashleigh Anpilova


Silver examines Steel and his beauty.


Written: March 2007. Word count: 200.



'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all

    Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'


John Keats - Ode On A Grecian Urn



They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and normally I would say that this was true.


However, I dare anyone to look at Steel and not be able to see what I myself so clearly see: his beauty.


The flawless skin.


The eyes that match his name.


The dark gold hair that frames his face.


A formal elegance that is beyond, and yet within, time.


The trim physique, which his formal suits enhance rather than hide.


He is beautiful both within and without; but few see the former. Most see what he wishes them to see. Very few are allowed to get close enough to him to see beyond the steely barrier that he erects.


To me he epitomises beauty. He is beauty.


He is a duality.


He is touchable and yet unapproachable.


He is caring and yet aloof.


He is harsh and yet kind.


He is of steel and yet flexible.


He is light and yet dark.


He is not of the world and yet is part of it.


He is timeless and yet governed by her.


He is conspicuous and yet obscure.


He is . . .


He is Steel.


And one day, he will become mine.



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