She.

Her face was plain. 

But her mind was an exotic collage: of all the Muses Insane. 

Sometimes pretty is as pretty does. 
Sometimes not. 

In a world of False castles and Sand towers, 
her stone tudor had started to break. 

Funny how even firm foundations can shake. 

But pretty is as pretty does. 

So she Closed off the rickety tudor. 
Wretched heart filled with ruthless fervour. 

And she slithered close to the edge of the Fall- 

For pretty is as pretty does. 

For once she didn’t care at all.