She's like a shadow,
Some kind of perfect spy.
Her looks can kill
but you're the one who yearns to die.
Her tongue is a blade,
sharp words cut your soft skin.
She has no name
but you can call her Damned.
She's like a curse,
but so heavenly divine.
Her fingers glide like thorns
straight down your spine.
Bared are souls
in front of her eyes,
in blaze she delights.
She's approaching new dark light.
She's like a night butterfly,
keeps all pleasures under wings.
Comes from darkness.
Dances with storms in night.
Her smile is so enchanted,
she is walking enigma.
Beauty of Damned.
A sister of the night.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems all written by me when times were hard and when life was great. Read and enjoy! COPYRIGHT: All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and asso...
