A sacred bosom that holds images of that first coy kiss,
A darkened soul of a devil that wraps within a silken bliss.
A heart that reverberates with anguish and provides for helpless multitudes,
A poison ivy insidiously tormenting with her vicissitudes.
A beautiful mind that beckons the bereaved to peace,
A harried thought that beguiles the innocent to a dreadful abyss.
She is life, she enraptures, she loves and she creates,
She is death, she torments, she hates and she destroys.
