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she bathed in the glow of the night

the moon became pale and soft against her skin



nobody said a word, mesmerized by her beauty

her lips were full and crimson



her hair was warm chestnut with gold

and cascaded down her back in a mix of curls and braids



the fire danced in her hazel eyes like the passion

danced in the souls of the men that watched her



she picked up a guitar and began to sing

she sang the song of the angels

her voice so soothing and sweet



as she strummed and sang her hair fell over her shoulder

the men were entranced in her presence



who was this enchantress of the night?

was she aware of her loveliness? her sensuality?



her song intoxicated them and they breathed her in

and for that moment she was the air that kept them alive



nobody blinked for fear that this beauty was an illusion

each one of them knew their lives would never be the same



for this woman had reached the depths of their souls

and she would live there



for now and for always

through her song of passion