Like a winters night under the moon,
her beauty almost spectral,
and with a crazy smile,
she seems like a scary kind of ethereal.
like a whirling devil she spins,
As if she were an angel she flows like liquid in motion,
like Aphrodite shes found in a shell,
if she were found their may be a commotion.
Like a ray of light in the earliest hours of the morning,
with eyes of coldest green she leaves for the forest,
for the forest of brightest green and of otherworldly miracles,
for the forest that can grant her her one true wish; undying love, to light her soul anew.