Her deep blue eyes
had a tumultuous gale swirling with rage,
and her gloominess had
the shade of the bronze,
rotten over time,
evil darkness yet profound

And those thin lips
naked and roughed
had so many stories hidden beneath
and her brown cheeks
appeared golden fuming some shades of red

The beaconing of a storm,
the quiet buildup of an eerie,
a devious monstrous plan,
her appearance growled the portend
of a perilous time,
edging to erupt
in just moment of time

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