I am what glitters, not the gold

My hands are warm, my heart is cold

I’ll eat your cake, I’ll kill your cat

I’ll break your bones

with sticks and stones

I am the ill wind that blows

I changed my spots long ago

I am the devil you don’t know

I’ll spite your face, I’ll spill your milk

I’ll spoil your broth, I’ll call your bluff

I’ll give you rope that’s long enough

I am cold as ice, I never weep

My spirit’s weak, my flesh is cheap

(and I too, am passionately fond of beauty and eager to find it wherever it might be)