She was a fiery seashell,
  lost 'neath convoluted oceans
     amongst opuses of pure poetry, 
artistically outspoken 
   'tween invertebrate reality
secretly devouring mankind, 
  *beware Herr Lucifer*,   
she rose from the gaseous chamber
   to live amidst ashes of immortality
         & renowned marital infamy, 
      the eternal burning spirit of Lady Lazarus

**Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair   
And I eat men like air.**
                 - Sylvia Plath