by Rebecca Hubbs

Created on: December 13, 2008   Last Updated: November 07, 2011

She stands at the end of the world, amongst the rubble and waste
The four winds caress her, gently as all the rest have done.
Carrying the scent of her need.
Her beauty is of no compare, so worship her ye mortals.
Love her, kiss her porcelain feet, as she bestows the curse upon thee.
The eyes of seduction see far, and into the hearts of men.
With the voice of angels, she calls them to her. Come lover!

And come they do from the far corners, if only, to gaze upon her face.
A cloud over the minds of the hopeless romantic, she is the vixen of all fantasy.
You know her from your shameful dreams, she is the enemy of conscience.
She is your favorite nightmare.
Be ye warned young prince, this creature is not your princess.
She'll eat you alive, and you shall thank her for it.
In every painful moment, savor her velvet whispers.
Give her your blood, your heart, your soul.
Adore her as she squelches you from the inside,
And send up your silent prayers to heaven, lost soul.
The Gods themselves have sought after her.
She is Eve that ruined Adam, and bore the worlds children
She is the eternal fount of your wasted youth
She is, Maiden, Mother, and Crone.
She'll be your bitter end, and lead you again to the beginning. She is woman, bow to her, and abandon all salvation.

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