like a fragile wisp of smoke She appears
the beauty in red that walks the night
moving silently in darkness
in the deadness of the night she serves as light
the lady in the cloak of flames
her lip her gown
carries same color as what run through her veins
and her skin like the desert sand
she slither through the night like a snake
sending chills and shiver like a quake
she like a predator searching for prey
till date no one knows her aim
she just appears out of thin air
in the deadness of the night
dawning a blouse of Scarlet red
her beauty rival the sunrise
a shadow in the deeper darkness
the sun of midnight
like a fragile whisper of smoke she disappear
living a kiss behind as her brand
the beauty in crimson red
©abraham_r
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