The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy

She knew my heart
Hidden behind the chest plate
Her touch was cold and taunting
I was naive to her ways
But I was not afraid
She had beauty that was haunting
Her voice soothed my fears
Her form moved my being
And when I reached for her
She was gone
And I was left
With only tears
Grieving my loss
But was she ever near


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