Hair as red as blood
It was like a crimson tail of flames, dancing behind her.
Alabaster skin, slender figure.
She belonged to a museum as its centerpiece.
Her beauty was ageless and nonhuman.
It was alien.
It looked as though her face it been carved from marble by angels.
Everything perfect, everything in the right place.
Her eyes are what struck me the most,
They were black as shadows,
Like the moon covering the sun.
They could destroy someone sanity with one glare.
When I looked into them all I saw was
Darkness, like being trapped in a cave with no light.
Emptiness, like a night sky with no stars.
Loneliness, like a wolf with no pack.
Nothingness, like a black hole.
It was like she had no soul, wait... that's right, she doesn't.
Then again, most things that come from the land of brimstone usually don't have one.
They just have horns, bat wings and red pitchforks.