Flashes in stars
Make way to the dismal.
Poison; beauty to the serpent, lust to the dead.
Meet her in the hallway
Love in the artistry does not suffice.
As the cosmos find sweet nectar, steep her tea.
Rogue rendezvous, unchaste seraph.
A moth-eaten prophecy, fruitless in creation.
Abide the allure spirit. Her highness, she’s bound too close
Behold the brush strokes.