Dark hair drapes pale shoulders like a curtain,
golden eyes shine in reminiscence of a tiger's stare in the moonlight.
A toned body of graceful motion,
each step could be balanced on a wire.


A proud teenager,
her expression often bears a subtle curl of the lips.
As if she were aware of a secret you weren't.

Shadows seem to bend and sway in her direction,
as if the dark wanted to stop and stare.

''You want something done? Maybe we can make a deal.''