An angel she was; or a
Devil she might've been, dressed
In fiery red
The two eyes she had embodied
Inexplicable beauty and whatnot; she was
Chilling more than dry ice; her
Hair darker than a moonless night
Of all that I had seen,
Ridiculous I felt to have even looked, and
Die I sure did, when
In my sight she was no more;
And she'd left upon my heart
A dash of fiery red.
Devil she might've been, dressed
In fiery red
The two eyes she had embodied
Inexplicable beauty and whatnot; she was
Chilling more than dry ice; her
Hair darker than a moonless night
Of all that I had seen,
Ridiculous I felt to have even looked, and
Die I sure did, when
In my sight she was no more;
And she'd left upon my heart
A dash of fiery red.
