The BlackShakespeare

The Mysterious Lady.

Her perfume lingers, but is she real, 

the thoughts of pleasure is all I feel.

The wind start blowing, then she

appear. She\'s dark, tall, and slender 

with jet black hair.

She sings to me, then walks away. She

says, I\'m your thoughts, I\'ll never stay!

I run to grab her, but nothing there!

She seems to vanish in thin air.

I\'m I awake, or asleep? Who is this

lady, I do seek? She comes at day,

and then at night. She says, I\'m 

your angel and you\'ll be alright!