Appear

She was the epitome of beauty

Hair of warm honey and eyes of cinnamon sticks

A smile that would make demons confess their sins

A unique figure that would show itself by mention

Her equally astonishing shadow followed behind her

Chasing the men in the street with its owner

With the angelic smile fixed on her face

She tucked her hair behind her ears

And killed yet another batch of them

Ones who mistook her beauty for innocence