Mysterious Woman

Poetry

She waltz in the room

With satin heels

Leaving footprints of silk

On the silver linings

Spectators wonder who she is

Her secret weapon wrinkles in her eyes

As her hair dances in the wind

She entices them without saying a word

She is the mysterious woman

Of folklore and fairytales

The woman of the night

With a shadow of the sun

She is everything you want and more

The temperance and the empress

With 9 pentacles under her arm

The high priestess of the stars

She knows what you’re thinking

So be careful and tread lightly