With the Many Phases

Normal was a rare word in her dictionary

Although others may be deceived at first sight

Her hair falls in longs dark waves

Her eyes a smooth chocolate brown

Every day was leisure wear

The same could not be said of the night

Like the many faces of the moon

She's a beauty at dawn

The devil at dusk

Metal embellishes her skin

Thick collars and fur cuffs

Dead skins and leathers

If the morning she dresses in cloth

The night she is adorned in the dead and soulless

She is a two-sided coin

Who smiles with the sun besides daisies

Runs with the Moon along wolves

Untamed, precious, and a woman of her own

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A flowing description of someone who enjoys a double life in two worlds, one domestic the other much less so!