She was beautiful.
Earth-shaking, heart-shatteringly beautiful.
She was uniquely enthralling.
She wasn't beautiful like an ocean,
Or a garden,
She was the beauty of a forest fire.
Every path she walked would burn,
Flames licked at the hem of her dress.
She drew you in with her eyes,
But left you with a scar.
As she killed thousands in her way,
You couldn't
help
but
stare.
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Beautiful portrayal of breathtaking beauty of an enchantress - the cause of obsessive agony of men that got entangled in her web of intrigues. Lovely and very insightful. Thanks for sharing Livi. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.