Through the flames she sees the wonders,
lit the world just like another cigarette.
an army of her own,follows no orders
Intelligence provided by all the times she wept.

Skin painted in milk,
eyes and hair of bitter coal.
Dressed in tarnished silk,
just like an antique doll.

lips of roses,
colored in the bloodiest red.
A mouth that never closes,
speaking words that can raise the dead.

Breathes out sickness,
just like my mother.
conceals her weakness,
she doesn't really bother.

Urged to be good,
she wants to be the best.
Pencils,white wood.
Wise moves, focussed on her quest.

Smiles but laughs barely,
Controls her emotion.
leaves home rarely,
with steps of caution.

She managed to climb the social ladder,
although she prefers to be alone.
Ate her way up,just like a ravenous adder
until all her enemies were gone.

She knows how to except
a gift,a treat or a kiss.
She learnt how to reject
a man,a lover or a leash.

I forgive her mistakes,
ignore her thorns.
I know she has what it takes
to grab the devil from the horns.

I am worried about her,
but I must let her be.
It's her cross she must bear,
I am just chosen to see.