Something wicked is blowing in on the wind.
She is all things magic, and all things made from darkness.
She speaks with a whisper and moves with grace.
But lacerations and scars decorate her face.
Her skin is cream white with hair as dark as ebony old.
…dark eyes burning with a flame…blood as red as ruby gold.
Like a misty ghost that is just out of reach, who yearns to
be pulled out of that realm.
It is all just a beautiful revenge.
Innocence destroyed.
Youth turned to ash.
Beauty betrayed in flames from the past.
She wants to hurt those who have hurt her.
She wants to spill the blood of those of who have wronged
her.
That beautiful, sweet revenge.
She longs for release.
She longs for freedom.
But fate would not allow.
Yet she would not be denied.
Just a beautiful revenge.
Now you must let her sleep…
For the ghostly figure that she is isn’t something that you
should stir.
That betrayal is the worst when the knife slices through
your soul.
Unforgiving…. A wound that never heals.
Maybe that is why she is such a Phantasm.
Holding on until another spell can be cast,
-J. C.