I sit on a bench,
One by a babbling brook...

The wind whispers a song so exuberantly beautiful
As the moon and stars waltz within an ebony sky...

Crystals shine within her eyes -
Whispering tales of past lives...

She is red - ablaze with a passion so vibrant in...
She is orange - refreshingly sweet as her words...

As night overtakes the sky,
She stares into the darkness...

Listen to the beat of the drums
That echo seductively as she dances...

Lilies bloom around a withered soul,
Encouraging lavish dreams to arise...

I wander throughout the forest of dreams
And come across a hidden clearing...

Silence overtakes a space once filled with...
Regret and fear now replace carefree laughter...

To believe that the arcane walk among us
May seem foolish to some...

Kiss me goodbye -
Wrap your hand around my throat...

A canvas simply can not capture
The beauty of her rebirth...