Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty  The broken rose with laughin' eyes  You're a mystery, always runnin' wild  Like a child without a home  You're always searching, searching for a feeling  That it's easy come and easy go  Oh I'm sorry but it's true  You're bringin' on the heartbreak  Takin' all the best of me  Oh can't you see?  You got the best of me  Whoah can't you see?  You're bringin' on the heartbreak  Bringin' on the heartache  Can't you see?  Oh whoah  You're such a secret, misty eyed and shady  Lady how you hold the key  Oh you're like a candle, your flame slowly fadin'  Burnin' out and burnin' me  Can't you see?  Just try and say to you  You're bringin' on the heartache  Takin' all the best of me  Oh can't you see?  You got the best of me  Whoah can't you see?  You're bringin' on the heartbreak  Bringin' on the heartache  Can't you see?  Can't you see?  No no no  You got the best of me  Oh can't you see?  You got the best of me  Whoah can't you see?  You're bringin' on the heartbreak  Bringin' on the heartache  -Bringing on the heartache, Def Leppard

Ardwinna Dantela Lautaru

::the air was moist and warm, the stars shown like diamonds upon an ebon velvet back drop. The night was filled with gayful sound of music and good cheer from the grouping of wagons from a caravan.The flames from the fire in the middle of the circle, danced and swayed in tune with the fast tempoed beat. Women garbed in vibrant colors of silk and satin dresses, weaved their arms and body for their lovers, or would be lovers delight. One among them stood out. Her neon pink and maroon gown molded her sensual form much like a lover would. For the festivities, she donned her golden braclets and thin golden headpiece for her raven colored hair, never was she without those large hoops in her ears. Emerald eyes flashed with a primal desire that only she could quench from any man possible. Soft mocha skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, dancing provactive for one's enjoyment. Bare feet, move with ease upon the soft blades of green grass, golden anklet jingling with each step made. By swaying her hips and body in front of you, she indeed cast a curse on you, a curse of craving, of lusting after her till the last breath was done.::

Call her what you wish, call her witch, foretune teller, psychic for she does not care. Born upon the upon road to the barossan, the leader of their caravan. Her father Issac Lautaru had taken the sensual Tamera as his wife. Tamera had a gift that no one else possessed, besides being sultry in both looks and actions she was an accomplished teller. She presented Issac with his first daughter whom he was proud to note that the girl had turned out exactly like her mother in looks. He knew that once she reached woman hood she'd be the most sought after woman among them.  Tamera had fashioned her daughter after herself, like her dear husband wanted. Teaching the girl of a vagabond's life. Ardwinna had no exceptions to her life for she two possessed her mother's insight and power. That deep churning within her. She loves to tell other's fortunes, read their fates and cast curses.Call her what you wish, call her witch, foretune teller, psychic for she does not care. Born upon the upon road to the barossan, the leader of their caravan. Her father Issac Lautaru had taken the sensual Tamera as his wife. Tamera had a gift that no one else possessed, besides being sultry in both looks and actions she was an accomplished teller. She presented Issac with his first daughter whom he was proud to note that the girl had turned out exactly like her mother in looks. He knew that once she reached woman hood she'd be the most sought after woman among them.  Tamera had fashioned her daughter after herself, like her dear husband wanted. Teaching the girl of a vagabond's life. Ardwinna had no exceptions to her life for she two possessed her mother's insight and power. That deep churning within her. She loves to tell other's fortunes, read their fates and cast curses Mortal Index