Edge of Beauty V

 

Upon the precipice of grace, Where beauty's edge finds its space, A visage bold, a spirit wild, Convention's chains, she's long defiled.

Her garments fierce, a striking sight, Woven from the threads of twilight, A fearless dance on life's fine brink, The edge of beauty, forever to ink.

A countenance stern, a touch divine, Masculine lines in her face align, Yet in her gaze, a secret lies, A gentle warmth, a rare surprise.

The edge of beauty, a realm untrod, Where light and shadows gently nod, A fusion of the mystic and real, A balance that we long to feel.

In her footsteps, a path revealed, A journey brave, a heart unsealed, The edge of beauty, fierce and free, An anthem sung for you and me.

She walks the line of truth and dreams, A force untamed, a light that gleams, The edge of beauty, a boundless fire, A testament to our heart's desire.