The Foes Woman
There she comes
Way from the Galaxy, she covered her face
She never talked, nor Feels
yet, in ever jolt of her presence, pronounce the name of death.
She is unknown, and will never be known, but her
days will ever be disliked.
She is very slow to anger and realy smile
and she is called the Women with the Black cover.
Copyright © Melvin Beckley | Year Posted 2010
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