Crystals shine within her eyes -
Whispering tales of past lives,
Serenading a darkened heart,
Resurrecting forgotten smiles,
Sporting a soul of pure art.
She waltzes with chaos
And teases the devil,
For she's an angel amongst mayhem
While she kisses the gates of hell;
Chains of desire all but condemn.
She washes over the chosen
With love and care interwoven,
And like the purest of rivers,
Without a hint of a flicker,
Her touch of silk lingers.
Auburn hair cascades and cradles her face,
Leaving admirers to be amazed
By a gentle beauty that can harness
A strength that burns as brilliantly
As the fires within the underworld's furnace.
Her aura is so bright, so entirely vibrant,
That one can not help their excitement -
For her self is too imperfectly perfect,
A shimmering star amongst an onyx sky,
That they wish not to have her kept
But rather burning and flourishing,
Shining and glimmering,
Blessing their heart, their mind,
Their enchanted soul
With her radiance, so addictively refined.
