Her silver jewelery sparkles like a diamond castle It's surreal, almost matriarchal She is the one that remains untouched She holds her brilliance tightly clutched In the palm of her hands, so feminine and gentle Her eyes are so delicate and almost elemental She is the wrapped in the vines of a Lantana Beauty in the rarest of forests in remote Montana She is the goddess in the disguise of those blonde curls In a pretty white dress, decorated with red swirls Matched with Diana Ferrari red heels Carrying that white wallet decorated with silver seals Her father abused her when she was at the age of nine And left her to die on the banks of the Rhine Her mother was put behind an insane mental fence She died preventing a rape, she died in defense She lives a life that was sad and tragic She is worshiped by the followers of black magic She lives a life of confusion and belief That herself is her own relief She helped her way through her hard times So much that her life is full of poetic rhymes She lives on her own in her own apartment And holds her secrets to her personal compartment Her life is as secret as a closed locket And as secret as in what's in her palm when it's in a pocket And her love as strong enough not to love Anyone because of all above