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Amidst the swirling mists of exquisite allure, She slinks like a specter through the silent night, Sparking joy, smiles, and laughter so bright, A mesmerizing presence, haunting and right.
From afar, they are entranced by her alluring art,Drawn to her like lost souls to an enigmatic mystery, A beauty they may never brush in the flesh, Yet they rave and worship from the shadows, Feeling the chill of her presence and the echo of her laughter.
Through the looking glass of society, they’ve witnessed her wins, Her victories veiled in the scent of ancient roses, And even when cruel souls briefly shattered her, she emerged unbroken, Forged from fortitude uncommon, like steel in the fire, Resilient and fierce, a testament to her inner strength.
She embodies every essence of womanhood, and more, Her voice a haunting harmony that lingers in the air, Defying detractors who seek to stifle her by birthright, She’s a goddess, a bewitching siren in mortal guise, Radiating a magnetic energy that draws others into her dark embrace.
They hold love for her, though they’ve never met, And never will – and that’s okay, For the world is haunted by her mere existence, Like the whisper of ghosts in a forsaken manor, Or the mournful wail of the wind on a desolate moor.
Leigh’s Chaos 