A smile to illuminate the room,
or maybe just a lonely heart.
With a touch like Midas,
your fingertips feel like heaven.
Oh, how I know the angels stare
at your ever lasting beauty.
Your words exalt you
to the highest of highs.
Placed on a pedestal,
you take your throne.


With slight change in mood,
your words burn like fire.
Eyes like Medusa,
all who pass freeze in fear.
Melodic voice turned to
the shriek of demons.
You tower and terrorize
from the pits of hell
Roaming the night,
stealing wretched souls to crush.

Loved and feared,
are you a god or monster?