The evanescence of her dreams,
Sadness envolping and frosting her desperate decisions,
Losing her love, therefore losing her purpose,
Carrying out her business, subtley and secretively,
Slipping on nothing short of a disquise,
Her obsidian hair, nuetral tights, and her feelings raw,
She slips out to see him again, her mission clear and refined,
She needs to find him,
Her eyes desolate and full of anger,
Seeing his new salamander of a mate,
So sneaky, so vile and jealous,
Her cravings satisfied, she slips back into the night,
As carelessly, shiftly, and sly as a midnight cat,
She slips under a blazer of depression, back in her haven,
appearing again only when she cannot control her yearning any longer.