Swords, Songs and Tattoos

Her sword glides, Slicing through scorned hearts. Change is seen only in my eyes. Gold fills the hilt Seething the rage of past abusers Her song sighs, Placing spells upon an old fool She's hiding lies Stars of which man's imagination built Lying in the eyes of her beholders Her tattoos, Mezmerize her prey All she loves hides The grass in which flows claims her, Pulling her, Tying her to her damnation, Placed in the hands of men Her sword, Broken Her song, Cracked Her tattoos, Powerless Now she is nothing, Now, she slouches Now, she cries And now, she slices