She's such a picture of perfection, isn't she?
(( But isn't there no such thing as perfection? ))
With beautifullovelysilky hair as black as night
(( As black as her heart? ))
And sparklinginteligentintense eyes the color of F I R E
(( But doesn't fire burn? ))
…
That doesn't really matter
It's elegantpreciseflawless
It inspires admirationloyaltyfear
So we can't have a rebellion on our hands, can we?
[[ Can we? ]]
…
But fire can be a tool
Used to hurtdestroykill
Can be set on someone's enemies
Or destroy someone's ally
Can be controlled perfectly
Or can get out of hand
…
In the end,
Fire has hurt many
And has now been passed on.
With fire in their eyes,
Can they be trusted to stay on the path where they've begun?
Can fire ever really be trusted?
…
She hopes so
Because that's what she's doing
AN: So this is a little poem for Miss Isabel Vesper-Hollingsworth. The last bit was about Ian and Natalie and Amy. For the Madrigal Prompt Challenge. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SNOW!
A bit late, yes, but in my defense, I didn't know about it until you posted in Confessions. Hope this makes up for the Real Lives Guilty Party (now on RLGP, even though I'll probably never need to use that again: P).
Review? Was the littlest bit of Amian totally random and unnecessary? Please tell!