Uncrushable

She sat on a template of steel forged by mortals whose hands were stronger than that of ten trillion giants fused together in ten fingers! her ambience suffocated all lungs like the sight of a hungry lion Men of might, fame and prestige dared to devour her but one by one, she turned their strengths to dust and desperacy fled nakedly like a helpless widow while uncertainty smiled like a hopeful beggar, as fear soaked the minds that sat watching and pessimism mopped the meninges of all Alas! a second die is cast deities took their turn to crush her but it turned out otherwise strong surprise gripped the breast of men like a quarrelsome woman knitting her husband with mischief I then sipped my honey- the earth's sweetest thing but it had turned to gall! O manly woman! should I pay tributes to you for your might or because of the evil that you wreak? Time indeed will tell