Her countenance surprising all who saw
And made them stop and stare at her with awe,
And even I in my first glance was moved.
Her eyes were dark as an onyx gem’s gleam,
Her lips bright red as a crimson-hued rose,
Her eyelids ever drooping to a close
As if she were getting lost in a dream.
Oh ever full of clouds her eyes did seem,
That gleam around her lids so darkly painted,
The crimson lips with blood is always tainted,
From gnawing them to hold a silent scream.
How silent and how so darkly demure,
This creature who such sadness must endure.