There she was,
Like a silhouette of a ghost of a long forgotten memory,
With that cold hearted stare that could pierce a man's soul
Like a double edged sword.
Lightning shatters in the distance as her face lit up by its crackle for one more dance, But it is fate that we must pass each other by,
For every man she meets will fall into her arms,
Only to be left empty afterwards by the passage of time.
No man's heart is filled by her love for long
Her name is desire