She

Long dark hair, petite little frame

Hazel brown eyes, outline black

With a star resting on that perfect nose

The perfect curves, skin with the right amound of gold

Dark black blouse, hugging her torso

A red skirt sweeping the floor

She swayed across the room

The trinklets clinging to her ankles sing

The beautiful lips coloured blood red

The curve they made,

could kill a thousand men

As she spoke, it felt like a nightingale's melody

THe way she flipped her hair

Tossed men off their feet

The shine in that arresting pair

The wonder and beauty they overflowed with

Hid all her sorrows she had suffered

The torture and barbarism she was subjected to

And has left her soul tormented and mortified

As the sun shone bright,

She got up each day to fight

She stands upright and fears none

She wears a cloak to hide from the demons

She stands each day with honour and pride

Like a shooting star, she blazes through life,

High up in the sky.