She Walks in Darkness

She walks in darkness of the night

With clear thoughts and cloudy skies;

The worst of society, its blight

Diverges from her soul and her eyes; 

Yet so beautiful she is in moonlight

Which the beautiful day promptly denies.

A little more makeup used, and if less,

Ten times more ugly and zero grace

A knotty tempest in her black tress,

Which drapes across her face;

Where pure thoughts yearn to express,

How so repulsive is their resting place.

And on that woman and on her brow,

So rough, so fragile and ineloquent,

The smiles that repulse and that glow,

Show me days of madness spent,

A mind in wreck as all below

A tormented heart yearning to be innnocent!

(Rewritten poem of  She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron. Comment what you think this rewritten version is about!)