I will never forget when a strange case of ultraviolet
welcomed itself into our lives like it had always been there.

From the very start she paraded love; the kind that pulsed through her heart and into ours, just so we wouldn’t feel empty.

Even if there was a Hyde behind the scarlet skies and witching hours, it was prograde or nothing
And that is what makes an angel.

She spellbound those who had never pictured magic
Inferno and resilient in a land that doesn’t sleep.