She sits...in shrouds of Darkness...
Lost in inner thought....

And waits for a special someone dear....
To wash away her pety fears......
For they do not scare her in the least...
For she has seen, her inner beast....
The fear annoys, it nags and pokes...
But she just laughs and smiles and jokes.....
For love will find her waiting here...
and It will wash away those fears...

Her lips are like a darken Rose....
Her eyes they glow with fire...
For passion blazes in her soul...
And love's her Funneral Pyre

For she as know her share of men....
And T'was their doom in the end...
For they were drawn to her flame....
and they all fell just the same....

She sits and waits in shrouds of doom...
and grins and smiles to her groom.....

=)