Hade's Calling

She appears like a quiet flow of gentle timeless and pure glowing show from a waterfall of sustenance. Smooth skin, angelic sweet of a gift touching my demonic diary memoirs, frozen in time as the pages flicker and re-writes like a newly pressed hand. Her eyes a purity of splashes of green illustrated mesmerizes me with a gaze loving silk sown teasing dress, fiery red silky worship of every flick of hair rosy painless smile and cheeks I hesitantly dare but as this keeper of the fires, she not even be-wares... Arrogance smirks as lungs bursts and I realize a prince's calling, divine is holy to steal from apple tree? But does not the sun need the moon so the uniting of light merges with dark? If temptation of two heart shaped touching fingertips leads to ruin, then let it damn well be, ancient crumbling drawings will be scrawled on every wall in hell as I'm lost to something never to sell. Warmth of a Goddess born to heavens Lips moist like berries I tastily inhale...