Perfection is named.

It stands 4 foot something or other, maybe early 5 foot inchers. Long dark hair, glasses, and flashing, cat-like eyes beneath a pair of rimmed glasses. Light, pale, porcelain skin, without defect, without flaw. Delicate hands, delicate lips, and such beauty that men do not know.

She scorns other men, their glances have no sway on her. She is territorial and fierce; pain is all that will come to those who eye what belongs to her. She weeps for the sins of man, and seeks to punish the wicked. She spares the innocent from her wrathful flames. She teaches the young and innocent of the evil of this world. She teaches to hate, leads to anger. A generation of righteous soldiers she will train.

She is my wind, my strength. The long arm of my law, a deadly blade hidden within night and an alluring smile. She comforts me in my weakness, as I hold her gently in her tears. Her laugh is like the music of chimes to me, but to others it is a death wail. She understands the dark tongue I speak, and whispers to me in a madman’s language. She knows no man but me, and yet can look into the souls of all. She is honest to me only, to others she is mere enigma. She knows my darkness completely. She sees all sides of me, my strength, my weakness. She sits on her throne besides mine, and strikes off the heads of my foes. She holds me accountable and never has guile or trickery for me.

I kiss her and hold her in the darkness of our lust. We stand in front of a mirror and marvel at the creator’s work within her. I feel her tenderly, I love her wholly. I lust for her with every fiber of my being, and every hour we are away an eternity passes by. Our longing is truly ageless.

Friend, do you see my darkness? Glimpse it through a crack, a speck, a pinhole above this grand marble door. You turn away, you fear the glory that I bring. But she sees my darkness in it's entirety.

I see hers.

And our darkness matches.

That, is perfection.