A Mysterious Woman

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A young woman sat serene with beauty.

She seemed to be a portrait brought to life. 

Her red silken dress draped along her form.

She moved with a new, unknown elegance.


I longed to speak to her for a moment.

A thousand possible words crossed my mind.

None seemed fit to engage such a creature.

Even the angels would bow in silence.


Her eyes were blue, with flecks of gold around.

They looked like two sunflowers in the sky.

Her gaze briefly met the gaze of my eyes.

I looked away for I was not worthy.


Yet I could still feel the warmth of her stare.

Her eyes alone pulled my attention to her.

I felt captured in hypnotic silence.

I began to notice certain strange things.


Her body seemed inhumanly slender.

Though deathly skinny, I noticed no bones.

Her scent was intoxicating, but unknown.

I could not place that fragrance anywhere.

   

Her walk seemed like floating as she approached.

It was at this moment her mouth opened.

"You are male of your species; Yes?" She asked.

I nodded, noting her broken English.


Her voice was an accent I could not place.

It had an exotic vibrance to it.

"Leave now with me. Long time. Yes?" She asked me.

Feeling entranced, I nodded in reply.


Her face slowly formed into a grand smile.

I followed close behind as she walked out.

She led me to a remote parking lot.

A blinding light made everything vanish. 

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