Instruments of War •Poetry•

M i c h e l l e

With white silk flowing and encompassing her from head to toe
Masking her deep mesmerizing beauty a glow
She stands with her head held high and ivory skin
As every man and women would kneel down in sin

They do not take advantage of her weakness for she has none
Nor has she fear in heart but pride in her chest
A woman or an angel that would put men to the test
Wearing her beauty as a mask, hair like a cupid's nest

everyone stares as she walks by
You can hear all lover's sigh
But as she touches everything like her lips in warm milk
They are reminded of how heaven and hell fire is wrapped in that silk