She hunts the night, an angel not from heaven, nor from hell, but the one from your dreams.
Hair the color of Mother's earth, eyes that portray a false innocence.
She has a voice that rides the wind, sweet and breath taking.
Her heart so soft as to mislead an innocent soul, her will do not doubt will cut them to the core.
She teases the senses, and laughs at the feat of those unsure of their power here.
She glories in her role of temptress of the night.
She eludes those who can't hold her, while her soul and desire cry to the one who knows her.
He the only one who can make her submit to his will.
His Beast she roams the night seeking, searching for that demon, that forceful Beast, the only one who can hold her tight.
If you feel her presence or hear her cries, turn back to the safety of your innocent life.
Only her true Beast, the one sent for her can tame her will and stifle her cries.