She hides herself in shadows behind a borrowed mask,
wrapped up in enigmas and promises from her past.
She will not answer truely so forget to even ask,
This vision of such beauty carved from purest alabast.
Her name is one of wonder as you wonder at her name,
as her eyes seduce you slowly from the depths of fevered dream.
as her words burn deep upon your soul with the heat of hellish flame,
and leave men\'s hearts as nothing more than smoking ash and steam.
Some say she was born of sin where others say t\'was pleasure,
Her poetry a loaded gun a knife with sharpened edge.
So approach this one with caution and at your own leisure,
and be weary of overstretching when your love you solemn pledge.