The slumber of this fatal beauty
drives the tides of her dreams,
to the heights of the sublime
eternally floating in the ether,
a temporal yet angelic body,
winging her way heavenwards.
Or to the depths of the mundane
where holy becomes an evil form
and slender slides the cruel snake,
a flightless bird, doomed to walk
and never to soar, a stifled roar
a dreadful long drawn out sigh.