A Version That is 'Her'

By Zen Ray

She ain’t just the radiance  
of the dawn,  
Nor  
simply the glimmer  
of starry skies;  
But  
this rarest of the rare moon’s  
got an unusual grace  
set deep within her.

That the benign fragrance  
of a thousand lilies  
of her breath  
still bows down to the scent of  
the savage,  
the ashes,  
the fiery  
and the hell of her soul;

And it speaks of a version unknown.

A version  
darker than the darkest…  
and yet a version  
purer than the purest;

A version that is ‘Her’....!