That dress in black
That beautiful dress in black
It’s made of such a soft fabric
And when the wind blows
It becomes volatile in its form

O but the Goddess that garbs it…
She is exquisitely and painfully sublime

Her skin is plain white
With no imperfections
A Greek Statue might be the closest to her resemblance
But still so very far
Venus de Milo holding an Apple
Is not as farfetched as one can think
But her skin…
Certainly smooth to the touch
That would make one weep
Unquestionably would chill one’ spine

Those powerful green eyes
Would freeze you for an eternity
Slowing down time in such a transcendent torment
But you would do so pleasantly
For the price of a glimpse of such a creature

The hair that she possesses
Is something never seen
Pitch black with blue tinges
It shines so much
Because it is of diamond matter
Her hair brought Samson to life
Unbreakable, unlike pillars
As the sun rises behind her
It resembles the Lion and Sun
But so much more powerful and magnificent

The Universe dances to the Tune of her voice
It brakes and builds in mathematic equations
It is a wave so docile and kind yet so dominant and resilient
It isn’t possible to measure her voice
As it is greater than Decibel and it destroys the Logarithmic Scale.

Her hands carry the weight of her Will
Her Will carries the weight of her Destiny
Her Destine carries her Fate
And she chooses to do was she pleases
For she knows what THIS is all about

She belongs nowhere and she is all