From the depths of shadow she emerges,
transpiring into the light.
Hair is slightly parted, and so too is the night.
A wicked wink that sparkles,
tempt her from the darkness;
to lure and join a peculiar martyr,
herself, her light her damning plight to escape a dreadful night.
Divergent segments of right and wrong,
the respectful hunt to catch the dawn.
Prophecies of polarity filter through her notion,
embrace the fact that there is light in the darkest moments.
She makes love to the saintly light that pours into her soul
devout her being to merge her darkness,
and unite herself with all the forces
of love, light and darkness.
Gold trophy winner
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