How she came to be, I do not know;
But her presence drew me to my knee;
I knew when I looked up at her I could not leave until she bid me to go.
Her long, shoulder length hair was a deep flaming red;
the sent of her perfume was of fire and brimstone;
Two ivory white horns sat upon the middle of her forehead;
When she smiled her sweet ruby red lips I knew I would bring her into my home.
Her bright red eyes twinkled with delight;
Her dark leather wings were folded about her neck and shoulders like a cloak;
That covered her nude body, which was lily soft and pale white;
When I saw her look at me in that way, I knew there was hope.
With the rejection of hate from her heart, she began on the path of salvation
That led her away from a world of damnation.
