she stood there watching,
cloaked in confidence
but bathing in starlight;
her depth without limit.
Such a dark beauty I beheld,
encasing a ferocity as calm as still water,
dormant until provoked to ruin.
Down her flowing hair and
shining black dress the rose petals fell;
her presence a cleansing fire,
every breathtaking moment
burning the doubt from my mind,
until suddenly she moved,
as if purpose incarnate,
each stunningly graceful action
sweeping over me like wild emotion.
Paralyzed, I felt the brilliance,
unable to speak,
as she sang to me,
her invincible spirit awakening
within mine a sleeping valor.