Jay was a woman: Elegant, and Porcelain in Her complexion.

She Lit-up Rooms effortlessly, a mere smile was all it took.

Unfortunately, She was fickle, which tainted this perfection.

When in rage, Her fiery eyes spoke of anger with every look.

She visited often, thrice a week at least I surmised

She came, sat and swept all attention with Her coal-black eyes.

Most others would consider Her an off-beat host-

That is, She had control, She was the host.

One night, after the truth was clear to me, She came.

I asked Her to leave but I felt as though I was to blame.

Soon Fear had taken over, Her image burned in purple flame.

I gave up, She had control, She was the host.

Then, She departed hastily, as quick as She appeared

I had control. but Her inevitable return is what i feared.