Her helmet, a squelettal head,
Adorns her brows and forehead.
Her eyes, oh her eyes, windows
To her hardened soul, throws
A challenge to her opponent
To stand down, die, or be subservient.
Her breathtaking beauty will tempt,
But it’s feared as it’s a construct
For those who oppose her will.
Her lithe, seductively attired body is full
Of pernicious intent teetering
On the precipice of justice’s peppering.
Her darkened eyes, bright with
Evil’s pretensions seeping bliss
In veins dripping toxic poisons
That leek from lush, glistening roses
That spew hatred and dissention
That needs to be dismantled in provision
For the lives that are destroyed by
Her delicate sword wielding hands that fly.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Autor of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 