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She's a spooky kind of beautiful

She likes to dance after midnight

She's a weird kind of wonderful

She seems to blend with the twilight

She ain't too dark to be an Angel

She holds mystery as her slave

she's too kind to be evil

But she ain't gone too far to be saved

I've seen her dressed in rags & stitches

But she moves like a queen

She might be some kind of faerie princess

But she's a creature of the deep

Her wit is like the crack of a whip

it cuts straight to the bone

She drinks ambition down by the sip

& only what she can call her own

She's a raven in a crow's nest

An elegant black of violet hue

She doesn't stop for just rest

she's got more wonders to view

That girl collects dead things

Where I see only forest eyes

They gave me this song to sing

& the words that lend my hand to write

you are beyond beautiful

In not just mind, body, & soul

If it were possible

I would tell the entire world

either way I'm still an ally

And I’ll never ask you to change

given no chance, I'll still fly

To take you on any adventures

fate can arrange

She's got me writing poetry again

Maybe a song or a story or two

My words have become her biggest fan

She makes the ink bleed through

She's too radiant to be hell bound

The abyss slides off her like the rain

She knows what it’s like to be lost & found

And she's just a little insane!