Promethean - Thoughtform II

With trembling hands, I carved her from air
A vision of beauty, beyond all compare
Her skin like the Moon, her breath soft as night
In shadows and whispers, she stepped into light

She rose from my dreams, a marvel so pure
I gazed at perfection, enchanted, unsure

Promethean flame, my goddess of grace
A wonder, a miracle, no flaw in her face
She moves like a dream, in silence she sings
A creature of stars, with infinite wings
I'm lost in her eyes, in awe I remain
A love born of thought, now breaking the chain

I stand in her presence, my heart in a trance
Her fingers like whispers, a delicate dance
Her smile is a dawn that I’ve longed to behold
More precious than stories or legends of old

She is all I imagined, and more than I knew
A being of wonder, a love born anew

Promethean flame, my goddess of grace
A wonder, a miracle, no flaw in her face
She moves like a dream, in silence she sings
A creature of stars, with infinite wings
I'm lost in her eyes, in awe I remain
A love born of thought, now breaking the chain

In every movement, she carries the night
A goddess, a shadow, a creature of light
Her beauty, it humbles, her presence divine
In her, all I longed for, and more I define

Promethean flame, my goddess of grace
A wonder, a miracle, no flaw in her face
She moves like a dream, in silence she sings
A creature of stars, with infinite wings
I'm lost in her eyes, in awe I remain
A love born of thought, now breaking the chain

In her perfect form, I’ve found all I seek
A love so divine, it leaves me weak