She walks in soothing terror,
all eyes on her as she was the emperor,
beautiful eyes that brighten the room
with glorious elevation that takes you to another level,
Her skin desire a real touch,
a soft touch,
a gentle touch,
everyone can see it on her eyes,
it scream in despair for she haven't been loved,
she is a creation of god,
handle by the dark angels of dust,
and so everything is gone,
she looks around and she feel lost,
she once had everything but freedom she must have,
Along the path as she glides,
she come across a gentleman that whisper
what she needed to hear,
as he finish she kept walking with a smile
because at the end of this shine,
She will be a golden key and he will
be a rusted beast, in need of her, in need of peace,
for she is the most beautiful woman of this piece..
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