Her soul went from the most beautiful frontal-erected flower, full of love, ambition and passion while spewing vibes that dissolved all evil.

He tempts her day in and out. Surrounding her heart, he lays, laughing, lying, awaiting to never be caught. 

She slithers as he lies with no remorse. He grins as her erected flower wilts to gray.  He lurks. He waits.

In her weakest moment, he takes her heart and soul. 

This is the story of life and death. Shall she succumb? Or fight back for her life?