Passion of darkness
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As darkness grew, and not a word could be heard,
Stood on the high of the highest building,
a petite figure, loose hair,
with wind caressing her entire form,
the shyness of a ordinary being,
transformed into a light of passion.
The stars her distant love,
the essence, her own home.
She stood and the eyes changed,
There stood the princess of darkness,
Demanding the nature to obey her,
The fury of passion unleashing through her eyes,
Touching invisible but visible did it seemed
The clouds tried covering the stars,
It thundered and lightening stuck,
But nothing was more intense then her passion,
The clouds melted under her heat,
Raining and drenching, only to make her now a queen,
The stars shone and flickered and so did she.
The dance had begun of the existence,
With every drop of water, the stars flickered more.
And there she stood the silent girl with passion oozing out.
Staring and silencing the silence,
Lightening fell before her feet as a mark of respect
Thunder was the music, wind was the messenger,
and stars blinked more.
Yet she stood eyeing the stars,
and out came the moon.
There under the spell,
She danced the dance of trance,
mesmerised by her own mesmerising form.
The meeting had come to a beginning,
promising the end to never end.