Owned
Her aura was gorgeous,
bright, glowing and giant
Her aura was warm, spiced, orange and vibrant
Her aura apparent, hid nor transparent
Her aura was calling, her voice stayed silent
Pulsating the room, her aura consumes the attention of all in its net
Waved out in plumes, her aura assumes the inevitability set
Of respect as expected, her aura neglected would shatter the earth to its core
The girl shaped waves of her aura conflates to the space and is silently sure
Adored is her aura by all that saw her, all who get lured and hooked
Magnetic in power yet magic in tone, her aura triumphant upon once looked
Each turn of her book her aura diffuses
Each sip from her cup her aura amuses
Commanding the crowd whose voices rang loud now whispering how her aura just oozes
And breaks their trains of trivial thought her aura distracts from the trinkets they’ve bought
Her aura
Doing the work for her
For a reading girl soundless perched in the corner
Demanding restraint
Demanding order
Of those now owned
Owned by her aura
Nytheone Matt 