She was a fascination.

A perpetual image of indignation.

She cared not, what the others thought, and taught

with dignity,

and grace.

She stood so fair, with her fiery hair

her dignity,

with no sense of disrepair.

Her aura was bright,

and she fought with might,

her opponent not winning the fight.

And when she was done,

she undid her bun,

her fiery hair undone.

It fell down in ringlets

and only took minutes

to fascinate me, and raise my dispirits.

To my surprise, a woman arrived,

and a kiss from your lips,

she derived.

My fascination was renewed,

at the sight I viewed,

and Aurora's enchanting aura I pursued.

-Brianna Cecille Blades