Beautiful maiden,
is this raven
like a revived ancient queen
Her hosts were drowned in the Sea of Reeds
eyes like azure stones
shes the metal maven
This self-created work of art
A woman set-apart
Like an Opiate to an addict
a ghost in the static
Face of marble and stone
Left smiling like its at home
Marked in inked Vanity
She too wears the mask of sanity
One impassioned kiss
When I was floating in a sea of longing, adrift
Malinche reborn
At home in the tumult of storms
There is a parallel reality
She I should have claimed
While she is passing ageless in vampiric light from the ravages of Time
