She

The wings flutter across the horizon in the violet sky
The rhythm of the wind raring her to fly
The yellow star shines like a diamond behind her face
With the crazed look in her eye she is ready to set fire to this stage
She knows not how to stop or heed
The more her wounds bleed
Stronger becomes her immaculate creed
I wish i knew who she is/was
Maybe she is a symbol of calm and tranquillity in this lost cause
Or maybe a symbol of love and lust
A vicariously beautiful bitch if you must
Or maybe a symbol of anger and wrath
“Her eyes i still hope are hazel and stark”