The White Lady

 Captivated by eyes

one never sees,

Touched by hands

unable to hold,

Possesed by beauty

only held within

those eyes who see

her,

For those who shape imaginations,

pretend, see what they

want their eyes

to see,

Excuses, the mind

creates excuses, lies

a way to place the blame

on, something or someone

else other than their own weakness.

And amist

from all cloaked,

by an ora of heated

magic for which none

can explain,

The White Lady,

and with on touch,

She can break your 

soul in two.