Born on a windy day,
Beauty was personified.
I have seen a frown on my father's forehead
and a lightning glimmer in my mother's eye.
She says I was seraphic and divine
like a tree in the garden of eve.
I looked at myself like an enchantress
with all the beauty passing by.

Those eyes on the corner street
made me hollow and gloomy
as I paced upon my mortal feet
hoping to get away from the devil's sight.
Drenched in blood, I screamed in pain and agony
for the enchantress is gone with beauty left alone,
as the windy day just went by.