Andrew Raines

Ebon Amazonian goddess
Grace me once again
Your face so strong, your hands so slender
Your build so very thin
Beauty in concealment, covered in degrading mask
Longing to close your candy, to put away your flask
Gone soon will be the toxins, that hold your life in sway
Gone will be the concealer, shielding your pain from the day
Snake-faced matriarch, how the venom burns, not but without but within as well,