Beautiful curse!

Beauty, a gift from celestial skies, Praised by many with dazzled eyes. But known by few, who've felt its spell, That beauty is a curse from hell. They say, "How mighty the glow," But there's something hidden in the shadow. They search for the "beauty light," Lost long ago, deep in midnight. Now they say, "She is a disgrace," Once they called me a grace. A sweet verse, No one has rehearsed.