Donna Augustine Chase (I)
There is a suiter I've found, her love distinct
she is prestine more pure than a diamond vase
Yet blackened nails and darker cloth the individual so unique(she)
She is...
Donna Augustine Chase

An author,
a poet,
she casts no shadows, but rather
a mysterious silhouette.
A deity ,
a Goddess,
all shall bow before my
dark seductress.

Bruting and Mysterious,
her spirit cannot break.
protruding the veil of seriousness,
is the mind of a joker
out of the deck,
the case,
constructing the orb of time,
which wicked poke and harass,
is the kind and elegant,
Donna Augustine Chase

So shy,
so timid
were we the first we met,
But alas we see now that
(which before)
We did not...
(TO BE CONTINUED)