And what to my vulnerable
sight doth appear?
A harmonious apparition
before me presents herself,
and with intoxicating madness no less.
Body moves, poetic in justified
motions so that neither a man
shall quell his thirst soon
of her menacing beauty.
As if eyes were torn, redesigned
and sewn back better to be blind
than gorge upon such wretched
fantasy, and so readily.
Oh how she moves between
hearts of man, just as a beast
concealed within shadows
of the night,
not relented by the terrors
of all mens anguish.
And should her hand reach
to stain your existence beware,
for thoughts would surely
become consumed of this poison,
as black sky riddled
with stars everlasting.
One benefiting this company,
the other tormented by a continued memento of insanity unspoken.
R