My ramblings....

A Woman, A Foreign One

There is a woman who walks taller among us
She carries the air of mystery
Yes, she carries it well.

There are many who whisper into hungry ears
She is a imposter in this country
A veiled enchantress, waiting for our demise
No, not even waiting...calling upon!
She has a craving in her fingers,
A burden on her spine,
To offer it all to us, dead in the ground
Cold, stiff, burried, grey
We know, it must, It Is Her Wish.

She, of Eastern blood and European heritage, is unphased
But any and all of this world
And her skin, which is set so smoothly across her bones
Reflects only the lightly shimmering eyes
Which rest upon her own

She has a fire inside
I saw it once, when I dared to spy
Now I can barely go a moment without seeing it, her, in my mind
It is etched there
Burning within my mind

Where can I go to lose her?
I am running wild

This woman stands tall, and burns inside

posted by Unknown @ 10:31 AM