This Horrid

This Acute Visual;
A penetrating perception,
It's motive is to focus,
Yet it blurs and it slurs,
When the eyes connect with hers.
A kaleidoscope;
Beautiful,
Shapes to scope.
Its tendency is to dance,
Is to rotate, to mirror,
To wrap me in illuminate presence.
Elucidation;
One clearly illustrated in form,
Came to throw light upon,
As if pulling the sun from her pocket.
She kindles;
Animating this ensuing arousal,
Which inflames and heightens,
The Fear,
Of the inevitable loss in sight.
Damned is the Beast,
For the puppets,
She, Lucifer, himself,
Controls.