Veil Of Flesh Captured In Starlight Dreams

-Ottava Rima Form

In dark forest, she blooms in fleeting light

Pink silken wings outshine dawn's gentle caress

An old soul cloaked in springtime's youthful delights

Her fragrance weaves a spell, a sorceress

Powerless, you cross her threshold, endless starlight

Her deepest hunger for your soul is limitless

Reality and dream blur, a spider's thread

She weaves your soul to fates still unsaid