Like avidity she wore ,
As if hades himself with his cold blooded hands ,
Painted her with grave enthusiasm and more ,
Or as if Euros choosing the finest roses of his kingdom,
Inked her with silent adoration .
While she stood there ,
Admiring the beauty of her dress ,
The mirror turned to shards ,
by the deities themselves.
She sits on the cantilever of her agony ,
As her own blood vanishes in the beauty of her dress ,
For love , her mind wanders to places ,
Love for even those who were at rest .
Listening to the magic of midnight ,
She wonders if she might escape for a Little sometime ,
While hades couldn’t do anything but watched her with heartache,
Euros gave her wings ,
Bright as the sunlight for her sake ,
She flew away in that midnight as far as her mind could take ,
From lush green forests ,
To mermaid laden sees ,
Whatever she descry ,
Gave her pure bliss .
As last she came back to her place ,
The black orchid garden which depicted her strength ,
Contracting lay her dress Scarlet laden ,
Which made her beguiling ,
In that utter darkness .