The
Picture
of Dorian Gray

Upon the canvas, Dorian Gray's fair face

Is painted with such beauty and such grace

But in his soul, a dark and ugly trace

Of vanity and sin, in equal pace.

 

His portrait, hidden in his chamber, bears

The marks of all his deeds and thoughts unclean

While he, untouched, remains without a care

A life of pleasure and of youth serene.

 

But as his wickedness and guilt increase

His portrait shows the rot and decay

And Dorian, seeing this, begins to freeze

In horror of the monster he's become today.

 

In the end, he destroys the portrait, true

But not the ugliness inside of him, anew.