The wind was ferocious,
uncovering her layer by layer.
Speaking of a ominous storm.
Laying there on the couch;
Her eyes were wide open staring nowhere.
They spoke of pain and love,
both together to her surprise.
The glazing stiletto had her reflection,
the night carried;
Blackened silhouette of her.
She knew of no one that she could talk to.
The lines were engaged of her life screwed.
She had a wish to live for someone,
but now it seemed a impenetrable thought.
She was close to death and near to Satan;
Satan loved her beauty and admired it,
For that resuscitating he revived her life.
She was mesmerized taken by surprise.
Darkness became hers for lifetime.