She rose

In the edge of the night,
By the shadows of the hills
She roams in the enveloping meadows.
Restless is her sin
The evil so enchanting.

She slips her attire, letting her skin breathe fire.
The stinging breeze fuels her further
She spreads: her dense forests raging like wildfire
Did someone slither between her thighs.
She cared not, for she was on a high.
Closed eyed, she felt it plunging deeper
She clawed the earth as she finally reached her fervour.

The rain splashed as the earth got seeded.
Her skin flashed like the lightening.
She rose: finally from within.