Edge of Beauty VI

 

At beauty's edge, where contrasts play, A fearless soul finds her way, A figure bold, a heart unbound, In her embrace, new strength is found.

Her garments woven from the night, A tapestry of dark and light, A daring dance on life's thin ledge, The edge of beauty, her sacred pledge.

Her visage strong, yet softly graced, A touch of power, a hint of taste, In the curve of her lips, a secret blooms, A tenderness that subtly looms.

The edge of beauty, a realm apart, A space where contrasts blend like art, A fusion of the wild and tame, A harmony that calls her name.

Upon this path, she walks alone, A symphony of flesh and bone, The edge of beauty, fierce and bright, An ode to life's eternal fight.

She treads the line where shadows meet, A dance of passion, a soul complete, The edge of beauty, a fire unchained, A legacy forever ingrained.