^Appearances^
Golden tresses...
firelight caress..
red silken garments..
flow hitting the floor..
swirling like pools around her lithe frame.
a vison of such lovlieness,
one is blinded to look at her, if the intention is unpure.
pitter-patter, she walks forewards,
bare feet over a cool marble surface.
the sounds of her small feet padding along, sticking slightly
from the warmth in the room.
Through her hair, she weaves a braid..
longer, longer still
almost to the floor, like rapunzel her hair falls..
such beauty unknown.
she walks with the clouds,.. the angels,.. the gods...
she is beauty personified..
the essessence of life..
Darkness!
dark swirling madness,
engulfing you,..
strangling you, choking your throat.
foglike hands, and dagger like fingertips, try to sink into your flesh,
to drawn crimson.
to bleed you dry..
vampiric hands..
death's fingers..
vacant eyes..
the beauty of death is matched by none other...
deceiving appearance...
hollow stare..
never be fooled..
by what might not really be there.
~Gina N. 1999©