Woman is an evil to the man who seeks the womb
And from her eyes to her thighs draws a pathway to the tomb.
Neither does she melt nor submit when beneath his ******
Is the pleading of a beggar's lust or the cries of child like thirst.
Repulsed by helplessness she drives a man to either succumb
Or build a world of his own.
Though many fall prey to eternal possession
They that never learn and in endless perdition
Seek from her a false recognition.
There she is, on the altar, bearer of the dispossessed
An illusion divine veils a woman's flesh.
Many dispose at her feet both hopes and dreams
In faith that she may save or redeem
Those with no esteem
For growth or power.
Only a mother could love such souls
Reduced to lap dogs or fowls.

Always more than she can handle,
A woman's burden is that of all men's
Or at least of all children's
Who seek shelter like waves against the shore
And abandon both shield and sword.
Woman plays hide and seek, selects and rejects
All gravitate to her like light to the insects
Aroused by feral and primal urge which by no fault of her's
Turns men ruthless and makes every single one
Forget his pride for a single dance
Yet none succeed but the one who took a chance
And turned away Medusa's glance.
Blessed is he who looked inward to the spirit
And lived to stand on his own two feet.
Tis for him Eve removes her leaf
And rests on his shoulder firm.