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
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