April 1, 2018
By Anonymous

Are thee the creation of fantasy?
Heart radiates warmth, but skin dew of dawn
You are wonder and grace, why can’t you see?
A beauty with no beast: chaos’ spawn
Birds sing a song to the drum of your feet
Nature herself longs for your sole embrace
Elements bend at your sight of your meet
No negative ambience leaves a trace
You leave but an aura of mystery
Kindness and passion your alleged traits
Is it a promise cast through witchery?
Or the faint creaking of Heaven’s gold gates?
A heroine you seem at one’s first sight
What are you hiding dark gestalt of night?

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