Mysterious you call me
Beautiful anom’ly
The hues of my face
Swirl softly with grace.

‘What heart works within
Birthing blood to blush skin?'
Your intention’s now stark
Through the clouds is your mark.

Beware! Man, beware!
Keep you distance, steer clear
For women like me
Sad sirens we be.

You want to discover
What terra I cover
Past inviting veneer
Scalding gases will sear.