Mistress Of The water

Her hair was as fine as an angels,
her body, so thin it could snap,
she gracefully swam though salty waters,
never hoping to return back.

her eyes glistened like two crimson satires,
her heart was a crimson stream of blood,
her face perfectly symmetrical in every way,
her skin was sensually soft,
and could captivate you with just one touch.

she glided through swamps and made her mark,
for whenever she was near you could feel it,
her presence could bring back the dead,
but she had a tortured heart and her burning heart was lit.

black flames filled her thoughts like deadly poison,
as she longs for some form of human contact,
shes a dot missing from a solar system of millions,
but she never longs to return back.

shes a stream,a water fall trickling through,
a splashing stream sliding down slop,
shes a poisoned heart by sorrow,
a child gleaming of hope.