She appears only as a glimpse

The wild, changing woman nymph

She dances in meadows, rare and serine

Beauty and grace, perfection is seen.

Her paint is red, her color right

Blended well with blues and whites

She dances she smiles, innocent with glee

Innocence, wisdom, prevalence is she

She dances only in red and white

Her beauty is lust, and she is a gracious sight

She beams like a fresh crystal sea

And her love is as deep as an ocean maybe

However, love doesn’t like to be betrayed

She can turn loose her color and enter the shade

She can tear and rip from soul to heart

She can have thorns, and the bleeding starts

Her nails are long, her eyes are black

No remorse for those who tears she lacks

She knows torture and she knows repent

Earthly life is draining, and almost spent

Love can bite, love can claw

She will consume man and all

There is no promise, but there are those who have sworn

“Hell hath no fury, then a woman’s scorn”