She cackles, growls, and hoards a deadly whisper
She sneers, snazzles, and huffs smoke among her pity
She leaves a mark too sinister to survive
I creeped up on her
lost and bewildered
Attracted to the grace she radiates,
And her fumes grasp me in
I won’t survive, but I am here
Coming nearest to this divine thee
Come close, my burning curse
I am ready for the end.