She-
Her body, a possession of supreme darkness,
So vast and stark, Same as an abyss with no ending, Where light carries not one mark.
Her eyes-Oh her eyes so cold so stern,
As if it lingers into hopelessness
As if no hellfire can make them burn.
Oh, She moves with such a grace,
Belies her darkness, reveals no clues
She's the one true conqueror,
A queen in the realm of those shadows.
Those eyes of hers have seen too much,
Beauty falling from grace,
And now they blink with such weight
Which time, the mighty can't erase.
My heart-
Oh she sits there like a mirage,
A resemblance of perfection, one in a million,
Her beauty makes me crumble in pain,
As she's not free, as this is her cage.
But she dances,
Pulsing under the lights of a dance floor,
Like a separate, disembodied heart,
She keeps dancing.
With💙
