Monster,
they mock you as one,
but I praise you as a
princess.
Spangled with allure,
bewitching and vivid.
Possessive of all
attributes
men of this world envy.
Storms,
the fool dread you as one,
but I clamor you like
sunshine.
Hopes, relief, warmth and
convenience
are borne through
you.
You are the cloudless sky
storm-surged townsfolk
covet.
Villain,
the artless eyes draw you
as one,
but I sketch you like a
heroine.
Born to salvage souls
lost in the underworld of melancholy.
lost in the underworld of melancholy.
Answer to the call for
bliss.
Dwelling to my homeless
heart.
