People said she was beautiful, and in all truth she was. She knew it too. Her mirrors told her so each day as she stood before them, and she knew they did not lie. But the mirrors do not see beyond her youthful, radiant skin. They do not see into her heart. Into a heart filled with poisonous dreams and lined with sin, where dark memories linger in secret. Memories best forgotten, perhaps? Memories of shameful deeds that cannot be undone. Memories of a love lost, no … sacrificed! Treachery and betrayal, the price for today’s beauty. These things are best forgotten, to be banished from her mind. But the past can come back to haunt you, To steal upon you when you least expect it. And to the unwilling eye it cannot be seen, not even in lying mirrors that only show her what she wants to see, what she can bear to see. And that which was thought to be long dead and buried will rise again. Her silk throat will be opened by teeth as sharp as knives of ice Her heart will be ripped from her breast by vengeful bony fingers And her life will seep forth from her beautiful body and bathe the floor with living red. The cold floor beneath which the secret of her beauty has lain… … until now. Image created in Poser, rendered in Octane. It took 4-5 hours from idea to final render