Her beauty crept through her bones and oozed through her pores.

As she spoke gold dripped from her tongue and fire spit from her lips

The Panther in the shadows walked with grace and certainty

Hungry for attention, affection, and a spark to ignite her life she pawed down every compliment thrown at her

She satisfied to be unsatisfied. To simply exist in the darkness where there was very little to hurt her and even less to make her happy

Non the less she was an enigma. A hidden treasure if you will. A wonder of the world so few get to see

I never got to witness her face lit by the moon on a snow covered winters eve but I bet she looked stunning