November Crush

I can't define her, she was designed from divine fibers
My third eye never lies, I spotted a light inside her,
But darkness shrouds her crown, like the shadow of a flame so I withdraw my fangs and curb my desire,
It's controlled chaos, methods and mayhem, she's the last witch in this modern day Salem,
but the shards of a broken heart are scattered on her floor so trying to get closer is the Walk of The Foresaken,
A city overrun with kings looking for crown jewels, masters seeking pets, and false prophets preaching to fools, I only wish to teach her to properly use her tools so that she can push her own boundaries and define her own rules.
Driven restless on nights when my desire is taunted, by her natural naughtiness and the way it is flaunted. so I go online and each and everytime, her appearance leaves my dreams haunted.
I guess my pen will suffice for words never spoken, I'm always here and my ears are open, a helping hand will always be, extended to you the cost is free.