Laying trainqually
Eyes fixed upon her memoirs
Intensly drawn to the piece
She submits her words
No sense of difficulty
Eagerly transitioning line by line
No intent on waisting time
Beauty often rests reticent
Only omitting here or there
For what is seen when gazing upon her
Serene yet potent
What is she supressing
Does she lay somber
Or slumber frail
It is only to be seen
Dark in appearance
Sheltered by a spirit
Stripes hide this figure
Distracting us from truly viewing
Total realization is obscure
No longer enchanted with self expression
Her body exhibits motionless conduct now
Mysterious seems to be her game
This is one who shall not be tamed
Eyes set with ambiguous purpose
Distracting and misleading
She remains composed
She remains enticing
She remains a figure