Half of Her Overflows
with words and a bursting high,
Half of Her is an Enigma and Painfully Shy.
She Craves Solitude
outside and Deserts Her Inner Soul,
Enlightening what is Dark, Strengthening what is Weak - Is the ultimate goal.
She Wants to Pour Life into Everything Deceased and Comatose,
She Believes she can Adjust her sail where tides of Ecstasy and Melancholia Juxtapose.
She Revives whatever Peace and Love has Diminished within,
She Chooses to Heal
the Macabre with a Careful and Gentle Spin.
She Resides in a Castle of Primal Insecurities and Intuitive Apprehension,
Yet Sits Strong to Contemplate, how to Bind the Bruise with Uttermost Precision.
She is Caught amidst
an Ocean of Illusory Multitude,
Shield thy Heaven, Silence the Raven - The Challenge is to Strive with Fortitude.
Her Lethal Charm is a Miracle and her Sincerity so Brutal and Desperate,
She Prefers Sinning Honestly rather than Embracing the shell of a Lying Hypocrite.
The balance comes
from this Understanding,
She is a Phantom
of Peril that keeps Flowing.
She's that Nectar; Serene and Wild,
Her subtly Powerful Spell Rekindles the Innermost Child.
Euphoric and Soft, her Aura leaves thy Enchanted,
Like a Chimera She Glides on thy senses; until an Inexorable Demolition is Granted!
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