She was a crepuscular soul
A twilight angel vision
Ancient and old
A sage with so much wisdom
Retaining all her beauty
Encapsulated in a glance
A mystical temptress
She was the goddess of the dance
Enchanting all
Putting men under her spell
And they would fall
For all the enchantment
She possessed
These men would be easily obsessed
By her age old ancient beauty
Her charms were oh so soothing
As she would soon be oozing love for them
The age of men
Suppressed by the charms of this woman.
fauxcroft 
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