All In Black

Killer curves with the lady dressed in all black
And her dark raven hair. Her lips are lined with
Fire engine red lipstick. Your life, both off track
And off kilter is in her hands. Darling, her myth
Like appearance and essence has your tongue
Tied in knots. You beg for her mercy and
Forgiveness. She has always been among
The wild horses. She grips it all in her hand
And lets it all float within the wind. Fire,
Destruction, and every unturned gravestone
Lay at her feet. Do not be fooled by her desire
To be calm because she will have you blown
To pieces with just one look. Every calculated
Move will bring war that can never be won.
In the darkness she is poised and has waited
For this perfect moment. She will always run
Like the winter storm that has become a part
Of who she is. She has found us like
A huntress hunting for her prey like the smart
One she is and it will be a perfect strike.