She was a strange vision that stood before me;

How she came to be, I do not know;

But her presence drew me to my knee;

I knew when I looked up at her I could not leave until she bid me to go.

Her long, shoulder length hair was a deep flaming red;

the sent of her perfume was of fire and brimstone;

Two ivory white horns sat upon the middle of her forehead;

When she smiled her sweet ruby red lips I knew I would bring her into my home.

Her bright red eyes twinkled with delight;

Her dark leather wings were folded about her neck and shoulders like a cloak;

That covered her nude body, which was lily soft and pale white;

When I saw her look at me in that way, I knew there was hope.

With the rejection of hate from her heart, she began on the path of salvation

That led her away from a world of damnation.