Kreacja
0140 A doll of red with stitches black,
Crafted with care, a voodoo knack, Intended for an assassin's hand,
To strike in darkness, fulfill demand. Pins of silver pierce its heart,
Symbolizing the intended’s depart, A tool of magic, dark and old,
The voodoo doll's power, untold.
0141 In the bright pink light of the day,
A star on the runway, fetching, chic and gray, All eyes on her as she walks with poise, A vision of beauty, a fashion's choice. She shines like the sun, with grace and style, The model stands out, in the fashion aisle.
0142 A skeleton in a blue, long suit,
With moves so wild, quite a hoot,
She dances with an elegant grace, Her bones clatter loudly, in a wild pace. A surprising sight, to be sure,
This skeleton, with moves so pure.
0143 She struts in boots of violet hue,
Long hair flowing, her eyes deep blue,
In a purple dress, she takes command,
Her stomp is felt, throughout the land.
A woman sexy, bold and strong,
Her presence felt, all day long.
0144 Tall woman, graceful and serene,
With antlers atop her head, a curious scene, Her face concealed by a mask so serene, A mystique in her presence, like the forest green, A magical being, a wonder to be seen,
In awe we stand, as she passes by, our minds unclean.
0145 A creature draped in grey, with mask and gloves, A symbol of plague, that nobody loves,
A vision of panic, a sign of fear,
A reminder of death, that's ever so near, Yet it marches on, with purpose and might, A grim sentinel, through day and night.
0146 With a hat like a scarecrow, she stood tall, Her orange hat and black lips bewitching us all, A mystery in her eyes, a story untold, As she walked with grace, her spirit bold, Her presence commanding, her style unique, A woman like no other, with a charm mystique.
An old tailor toils away each day,
Living in the shadows of his art,
His loyal models come to display,
His works of love and heartfelt part.
For in his art, he finds release,
And every creation is a sign,
That his passion will never cease,
And his art will forever shine.
He watches as his models' stride,
With pride in what he has made,
And though he may live aside,
His legacy will never fade.