Sometimes scorned, often the
Guardian of grace,
Woman walks here. She tilts her
Smile silently
Borrows moonlight
Feigns civility
Clutches mercilessly.
She’ll not be captive to
Time, words, laws, loves.
Singular in her prowess,
Unequaled, unfair, unrelenting
Faithless, faceless, fearless
And knowing her own elements
She shall lance the souls of men.
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