Fall Queen.

A spiral of curls,
Cascading down her shoulders,
Her hair the colour of fire,
The flames danced across her shoulders,
Falling and combusting like tiny fireworks,
Exploding with exuberence -
Framing her ivory face.

Her skin was smooth,
Translucent, almost reflecting the light
Contrasting with her beautiful wild mane.
The silkiness of her skin
Flowed down her body like a river,
Covered with ice, sparkling glaciers
Shimmering down her slender, willowy limbs.

Her wide, doe eyes, standing out from
her snowy complection.
The blue in the center was like an endless
sea of emotion, darkening in the centre
like the endless night sky,
with a glisten of silver stars,
winking as I gazed at her.
Her eyeslashes almost touched her eyebrows,
Like a flowing waterfall
Falling down into a reservoir.
She looked like an Autumn queen.
Surrounded by her jewelled, fallen subjects.

I don't know what this is about really.. I'm kind of obsessed with beautiful things, I like writing about them and I want my hair to be like hers, it is auburn and curly, but I want to be an autumn princess!