As Dark as the moonless night,  Deep like the midnight sea.    

Knotted like Baanyan roots, Like  the Monarch,fickle and free.

She is demon personified, A secret that eats from within.    

A shaman in her own right, Scorching  your soul like sin.                              

She travels in her own hell, With no fascination for heaven.  

She is no bleeding heart, She is a prophecy,an omen.                   

She hides when she wishes,  And appears at her will.              

She is broken rules, And temptation unfilled.          

Entwined like poison ivy,   Seductive like the Pandora’s box.

You think she is real, She very well could be a hoax.     

You think you are her saviour? She knows you are a fool!              

She allows you your delusion,While she propelles as your fuel.   

She’s a temptress,she’s a seductress,  She’s a child and she’s a whore.  

She doesn’t care to be a goddess. But she lets you belive she is her.   

Challenge her not,for what She can do,                        

She’ll play her gamble,you play your wait.                                      

The game,has just begun, You move ure King and she’ll check mate.                                       

She doesn’t play to defeat you, She doesn’t care to win,                

She may seem like your salvation But She is your unpurged sin.

She lets you believe you are leading, She pretends to follow last.          

You may try to defy it, but she knows….. “The die is  cast!”