These wolf eyes that gaze through you
Ink my instinct to inspire
Loyalty, intensity
Rise mid backgrounds of fire
Thorns combust a Hunter's Moon
There, the dark petals have died
My Gothic courtyard taunts you
Where ravens haunt dreams inside
It's not what I wear and more than you see
A riddle wrapped up in an enigma
In the flesh, with edge ... pitch as immortality
Etched, indelible are the lines and curves
A mystery within a puzzlement
Hence, exactly what such dilemma serves
Wicked and angelic embodiment
It's not all that I am but how I choose to be
Beautifully cruel, real as fantasy
My beating heart splits to bleed
There's a teardrop between blades
Betrayal is ugly word
It's printed neath ace of spades
No grim reaper casts shadow
And to his scythe, I digress
My ankh thrusts a lightning bolt
Above the ice queen of chess
It's not what I wear and more than you see
A riddle wrapped up in an enigma
In the flesh, with edge ... pitch as immortality
Etched, indelible are the lines and curves
A mystery within a puzzlement
Hence, exactly what such dilemma serves
Wicked and angelic embodiment
It's not all that I am but how I choose to be
Beautifully cruel, real as fantasy
(c) Kay Irvin
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