NaPoWriMo: Day 1

I'm a bit late on the start... But late is better than never.. Though never late is better. (Not sure where I heard this but it's running circles in my mind. -.-)

A Woman's Demise

She walks in beauty, like the night.
Supple peaks poking out on both sides of her.
A glorified woman;
Who's youthful exuberance echoes through the streets,
Yes, she walks in beauty, like the night.

She walks in beauty, like the night.
Show stopping the luxury cars that pass her by.
A graceful movement of her hips;
Seducing the headlights of their chariots,
Yes, she walks in beauty, like the night.

She walks in, Beauty.
She is the night.
The cold smack of a whip like the wind,
Or the crackle of a rubber band on five hundred dollar bills,
Yes, she walks in beauty, like the night.

She walks in beauty, but like the night;
The men she lay with are quick to draw;
And without notice, she's on the road,
Walking towards the sunkissed horizon,
Her beauty, like the night, is no more.


Prompt:
Write a poem that has the same first line as another poem.
First line from Lord Byron's (George Gordon) She Walks in Beauty.