She erupts like sparks into the dark skies
Hue and glitter issue from her sides
With hair on fire like bright auburn
Her burning eyes itched to seize the corners
Of your mind, heart and soul; you're helpless
Read the scriptures of her immortality
That is etched onto her skin's shadows
I can look at her all day, dream of her too
Like the losing nebula of a forsaken universe
Bask in her glory of ephemeral nights of war
As they transform into a panoramic sensation
Of every utopian bliss and poetic tease
Her red lips would keep you imprisoned;
I'm stolen, thieved too, by my precious jewel
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