A woman stands strong and sensuous and proud Her mind a fractured mirror cloaked in fog Shard by shard The bayonet finds her way, following the sweet scent of the ****** rose Wielding her Scarborough Fair The sass of Parsley The wisdoms of Sage The touch of Rosemary The passage of Thyme
The woman Born of the dark side of the moon With powers untold Able to twist and bend the spindles of shadows and time Fair-skinned Lips full and glazed with cardinal sin Slick locks of ebony A perfumed 500 year blur With the night's lunar charm that twinkles in her eye And butterflies that swoon for their Madama She The blood child born of the union of the sun and moon The black sheep of the dark arts Is one with the most beloved of Umbran treasures Is the sweetest cherry with a long-forgotten radiant smile, A harsh destiny Who looks to the left side of the moon for the upcoming chaos.
Based on one of my favorite games, Bayonetta. This is a poem I wrote in my journal today also!