Hair down to her waist and eyes as green as jade.
Knives in her hand and beauty that never fades.

The scars on her body tells a story.
A tale of all, even triumph and glory.

Fallen from the heaven because of lust.
This is one sin she thought was a must.

Some even say she could be a Toreador.
Finding beauty is everything tainted and pure.

Walking through the streets with the light of the moon.
She feels something big is going to happen very soon.

Blades shimmering in the night.
Maybe it's someone wanting to fight.

He steps out into the light,
and only his eyes glow in the night.

This man to which beauty is bestowed,
something to him she feels she owes.

He is such a lovely sight,
when he touches her, her heart takes flight.

This Fallen Dark Angel from above,
never thought she could feel love.