Character's Persona

She sits behind her netted veil, tautly-stretched, dark
imposition
grand inquisition in her blood red justice, painted lips and
nails
Her taloned claws are poised to strike, she seeks your holy grail

A close-up view of hide-and-seek that touches stark reality
Spectator triviality, baneful tears are cold as ice,
Selected opposition, un-natural attraction, purebred, imprecise

Your one desire is reeling innocence, but that's not what she's
about
Without a doubt, she sharply overwhelms you in her grieving pain
Free-form jazz to shake your wrist, saxophone composing, ala John
Coltrane

The persona of her character came when you least expected
Don't neglect her bleeding words, when she offers to reveal an
extemporaneous expose', awaking
The enshrined novel that you'll write, to fulfill your Life's momentous
undertaking