Arhri

Oh what did you have to do to become what you are now ?
Taking the souls of men with a longing glance and a soft kiss
Despite your pristine flower appearance you prove to be sharper then a blade
Quick as a dash you are rubbing up against your foe
Leaving a trail of sprit fire in you wake Then you're gone again, always leaving them wanting more
But they need not threat you can charm them from your hiding spot
Then when their eyes can't escape You send them a blow of sprit to the heart.
All the love and longing you harbor Always leaving a sour taste in the other summoner's mouths
All so jealous of you.