"Her eyes shone like obsidian,
skin as pale as the moon,
Her lips were black as charcoal,
teeth flashed like ivory keys,
Her hair was the color of ashes,
Blowing like a willow tree
Her whisper, like the whimsical wind,
Beckoning me farther in,
I was dancing with death,
I couldn't help but hold my breath,
For I was toeing the line,
And yet I felt so alive."