Divine

Jim, he whispers to her,
Angels call her name,
Beckon her to come to them,
She is drawn into their flame.

She talks with ghosts, sits with saints,
Is pulled into the light,
She speaks with fairies in the wind,
Flies with them at night.

Magical visions fill her eyes,
A mystic deep within,
Dreaming dreams of lovers dying,
Lost in carnal sin.

Psychedelic clouds of colour,
Shower her in splendor,
All, in life, they bend to her,
No choice but to surrender.

Her spell will hypnotize your heart,
Her beauty drinks like wine,
She is a blessing and a curse,
She's everything divine.