She rose from the dead
Claiming the red cases
those keys that heed hate
and bleed the hateful fate

She captured and locked gates
behind a fenced hell circle
where portions are affixed
and souls are trapped in control

She is strangled and wrangled
past the norm,existence zones
inside the spirals of the lost moon
where demons lie and litter ties

She is as strong as the Zion tribe
a lioness with a majestic touch
that propels and tunnels courage
In an afterbirth of the untied ...praises strolls