Her Mystical Study

It is said,
our eyes see only the surface of reality,
a foundation of our world,
what we see,

our mind,
showing us what we cannot see,
a beautiful woman,
glowing with God’s epifany,

her hair is deep red as the rose,
eyes red as the albino,
skin pale as a pile of snow,
her clothing always a-blow,

not from this world,
crying for help,
coming to this man,
wanting just you, yourself,

eyes pure,
full of innocense,
this is nothing,
just pure nonsense,

killing her contact,
drawing with his blood,
going back with him,
in her silver flood,

passing back,
with a fresh body,
bringing it back,
for her mystical study,

passing back through a magnetic field,
the blood does not pass,
dripping down,
staining the grass,

bringing it back,
trophy and all,
never letting,
her treasure fall,

hunter of the unknowing,
predator,
smelling out the next victim,
for her mystical study and cure...