Velamma 117
The daylight faded as she ambled home the atmosphere heavy with an eerie feeling 
She felt eyes on her a chill running down her nerves a pang of dread and anticipation taking hold 
A secretive figure materialized from the depths their gaze fixed on her with an power that made her breath catch 
She felt drawn to them an irresistible pull she could not explain or fight 
The figure extended a palm a silent call to accompany them into the unknown 
Her senses heightened as she accepted their fingers a surge of unfamiliar power running through her 
They took her through a hidden path into a place beyond her wildest imagination 
The air crackled with power a sense of wonder filling her being as she saw the revealing wonders 
She knew then that her existence would never be the same again she was transformed by this encounter 
A glint of playfulness danced in her eyes as she embraced her freshly acquired abilities 
Her laughter echoed through the magical realm a noise of pure joy and unbridled liberty 
The surroundings of her transformed a mirror of her deepest longings and freshly acquired belief 
She swayed with the spirits of the grove her figure gliding with an supernatural beauty 
Her look glittered with a newfound light a reflection of the wonder that now resided within her 
The murmurs from the wind carried her identity through the woods a melody of might and change 
She was no longer just a person she was a goddess a commander of magic and fate 
Her saga would be narrated for eons a myth of desire and immeasurable strength 
Velamma 117 was now an entity to be reckoned with her black magic weaving a web of desire and charm around everyone she met 
She possessed the hearts of numerous her each wish their eternal law 
Her look held a promise of untamed desire a enticement too great to resist 
The world bowed to her command her influence extending like a blaze 
