It is the true meaning of irony.
It is the opposite of itself,
It is beauty and yet can cause fear.
It is terror and ugly,
something to shun yet something to behold
and gaze at for hours on end.
Delicacy is needed for it seems so dainty
but it can hold its own ground in a fight to the death.
They are there,
and then they are not,
for they leave more questions than unanswered
than were there before.
They hold secrets and stories
varying as much as they do in size, style and shape.
It is certainly inanimate,
used solely for the human fancy
but when in use, they seem to come alive
hiding all lies and truth beneath them.
They are both antique and new,
Bold and timid.
It hides all and sees all
leaving everything and everyone curious and hungry
for more.
It is the beginning of mystery and one in itself.