Crimson and Scarlet 15.08.08

Hands icy cold,
Crossing across her skin,
Eyes a pale gold,
Glaring back with sin,

Body so perfectly defined,
Posed holding a fan,
Features so delicately inclined,
To entrance any man,

Voice so perfectly soft,
Notes of a song bird,
The people stare a lot,
At the girl they heard,

Unlike any other they have seen,
She was something strange,
Not like those who had ever been,
She was beyond the mortal stage,

Bewildered she casts her hands,
Graceful movements through the air,
The people try to understand,
How she could be the heir,

Her twin far from her,
Hidden in the hills,
Separated from each other,
For making her sister ill,

The other was a bad omen,
Created from within the depths,
She was a creature of the no man,
Lands of deaths,

Her charms were of furious persuasion,
To the hearts of men,
Torn them down like corrosion,
Taken them to their end,

Though a connection they could not deny,
Powers soaring within,
Something deep inside that lie,
In their blood, their hair, their skin,

Two sisters to face the world,
But only to fear the other,
To where the ends take hold,
In search of their brother.