Queen of Underworld

she sat across campus grounds on greens,
a woman of only eighteen
with a black bra being seen
through her sheer white tee

fishnet stockings with ripped jeans
and combat shoes made
only for a queen

an invisible crown on her luscious black hair
and i learn that her name is Blair
in her own world without a care

soft red lips with amber gold eyes with a
a dark chocolate glow to her skin

ofcourse.
she is a goddess
and one that is worthy of worship

it sounds cliche enough already
but there is no denying what she really is

a demon child can hide well among us humans; but i can tell,
i can always tell.

but like i said, she is a goddess; just not one from the paradise we call heaven.

i must ask her though about the time she descended to the underworld
to meet her father.

but i simply do not want to bother.
and so my curiosity will go fuck itself.

i only know her for the beautiful creature she is. But i do not know her. Neither does she know me.

so here's to hoping one day she notices my mere existence while I still breathe