Dark love

She wore a black dress and a pale white face
With streaks if tears I had to trace.
She was beauty, she was death
She was my other half, cure to my damaged heart

Her scarlet hair, was a whip in the wind
In a hand, a tessen she weld
She was an angel shot from seventh heaven
Because she never learn her lesson.

Her imperfection made her perfect,
The mirror her true self reflects,
Evil and deadly on the outside
Clean and pure on the inside

When I saw her, it was love at first sight,
While other around ran away in fright.
Her smile, a cure to all sickness
And her eyes, the light in darkness

But she was damned to this earth,
Treated like an outcast, a ghost amongst living
She was death, not human, but came to love,
She was isolated, but remained forgiving
Yet no one repaid her back with kindness
And finally she resorted to vengeance

Then my love for her exploded
She was going to be my bride


*(not part of poem)
-a tessen is a metal fan made in japan for war in the past. It was often used by women pirates