She stands there with her long black hair.
Her skin as white as alabaster.
Her cold emerald green eyes filled with cunning.
And her blood red lips set into a condescending smile.
That smile shows the very marrow of your bones.
Her moments are as graceful as a snake.
Her sword is the venomous fang that she strikes with.
Her amour is the scales that protects her softer parts.
This is a deadly beauty, one that shows no mercy to her enemies.
And compassion and love to her friends, few as they are.
She is deadly beauty made flesh.
An angel's face, yet a warriors heart.
human beings are full of contradiction; capable of making art out of anything. good post
I like the quote, mortal beauty, like a colorful palette of an Impressionist painter, but the result of an artist's chisel, the soul that digs to highlight the core metal. The Requiem in these cases is de rigueur as the red dress for St Valentine.
If this was a description of a woman, she would be a very powerful being.
You were right to post this image as a symbol of her strength.
Anyway, it is just one of possible interpretations as the post itself is meaningful.
I bow to your beautiful mind!