Shivering Shadows

Moonlight clarified her thousand faces,
dazzled by the demeanor
of her mentor.
Lacerated grotesquely into her flaws, wounds,
deemed futile, subtly, by her imbeciles,
as her jejune, naive intuition gave in,
to the blood within.

Debauchery derailed as she intended,
myriads of men, left untended.
She entrusted her sanity to the blade,
recklessly, restlessly witnessed it
scintillate the forest glade.
Without motivation, feeble recognition,
the leaves faltered
upon conceiving her intention.

Hurricanes skirmished the night, emerged a soul;
immaculate skin which reciprocated all light,
blemished heart which resonated all blight;
like a serpent, slithering waggishly,
unpredictably.
She felt the urge to compromise such forte.
One wouldn't grasp the enigma of their game,
as their sinful stigma, conspicuously the same.

Such is to blame,
as dignity consumed her inner flare,
saturnine glare;
alluringly ravishing,
yet oppressively distressing,
such that the pigeons wailed in sorrow,
at a glance of her shivering shadow.