She flits by the rest,
Surmounting the Stygian air;
Flustering others,
With her mettle and spry demeanor;
Machinations—she foils;
She--- Jizel;
Grows cadevorous, smoldered,sweltered;
And then again wakes up to life;
Gaffe prevented;
The fluke---- Jizel;
The swarthy air suffuses;
She lunges and fights the malefactor.
My heart loses the legerdemain of jollity;
Still she flaunders;
With talons we struggle to break free;
Jizel--- streadfast;
Her stentorian cries break the stymie;
Her skittish gait
Does not neglect the pitfall.
My heart nauseates,
In the nebulous, spectral, sordid air;
Yet I brook;
Soddened are the sutures in water of Limbo;
They detach;
Leaving me forlorn and intimidated.
But nothing can girth us,
I sense it;
She molts;
Genteel Jizel-- she gambols;
Gamely she bears the fusillade;
She mauls the perdition,
With her bellicose demeanor,
Her meteoric slash,
We extricate.
My parlance extols her talisman.
She--Jizel
