Her beauty falls to the ground.
With the blotches of sky upon her face.
Striking matches of poison.
With the dark fear of your fierce arrival.
She waits.
Inhaling her deadly breaths.
Vulnerable as life itself.
Quiet as death beneath.
Marking her territory as the clouds seep through the ruby filled sky.
Boy I'll show you a thing or two.
Floating wind, She has touched the heavens.
Prettier than the quiet night.
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