Firebrand.

Crimson hair like the flames of the fiery Sun, her delicious lips a scarlet red made lust creep into the hearts of everyone. Simply by being where she was, the boys would cower in her presence. Wrecking havoc wherever she went, destroying egos and leaving the unworthy behind. A weak and tattered soul was all that remained of a man who tried to get the better of her. Mercy was not a word in her vocabulary, neither was forgiveness when the time of reconciliation was at hand. Destructive as she was, her beauty and grace stretched far beyond the realms of humanity and into that of fantasy. Never had a creature as fine as herself graced these lands, for she was from a figment of every man's imagination. She would swoop down when you slept, re-igniting the passion of the unpassionate, rekindling the love of the unloved, for she would hold you in her sweet sweet arms when you wept. Her mesmerizing eyes pierced the very soul of thee, for she would see in a man, or boy, the love he held for her. Her enchanting smile could calm even the angriest of giants, her hypnotising laughter was the loveliest of sounds to behold. She came and rained flames of fury on everyone, playing pianos filled with flames, on empty rings around the Sun. But alas, she came with one too many pseudonyms and aliases that no man could ever claim her as his own. She is simply, the Firebrand.

A thousand other boys could never reach you, how could i have been the one?