Edge of Beauty IV

 

In the realm of shadows and light, Where the edge of beauty takes flight, A visage bold, a soul untamed, Defying norms, she can't be named.

Her style a storm, a wild embrace, Of colors fierce, and patterns laced, A daring dance on life's thin line, The edge of beauty, hers to define.

A stern visage, androgynous grace, Asymmetry in that strong face, But within the storm, a fire glows, A secret charm that subtly shows.

Astride the borders of night and day, She walks the edge, unafraid to sway, A balance struck between dark and fair, A testament to a love affair.

The edge of beauty, fierce and bright, A beacon in the blackest night, For in her spirit, we find the key, To unlock the cage and set us free.

In her footsteps, a trail is blazed, A path of courage, we stand amazed, The edge of beauty, a force untold, A story of defiance to be forever bold.