They tried for years,
Perhaps to fill the boredom of a life-unfulfilled,
Perhaps to try to hold together their universal but tenuous bond-
Like leaves from the same branch of the same centurion tree,
They swayed to all the same winds,
Almost broke through the storm that was
her,
And then ultimately
His
torment.

And where did it come from?
Well nobody knows- not to this day
Can anybody say
Just where the fruit of her madness sow.

But it was as though one day,something just changed.




And at times there
was
even
Some  quiet lulls in the Symphony
Of her self-destruction
where,
Perhaps,
pray tell
  She (and so he)
Felt
Happy.


And so they tried,
For years,
Maybe out of stupid habit


Her name was Violet and she had always
Loved
The Element
That is Water.
The Ocean,
  Like a purification from birth,
Draws her back again,
still
A ritual
That some say cleanse the sins
Of the flesh.


And she has flesh,
Raging, burning
Insatiable flesh
That screams for the touch of another.
  But that scares her.
So she must create
Barriers around her heart


Perhaps to quell the fire
Of her absolute and inconsolable
Rage.
She had Irish in her blood,
Right from day dot.
It came from her
Daddy'
And those twisted genes
came
from that place of darkness
That neither her Mother nor Grandma can see.


Once upon a time...
There was a Prince
With a tussle of hair so long,
It dragged her up from the darkness.
He was the Dragon Side of her Rapunzel.


Violent Violet
  was her name...
And She
Was

A super-hero from Birth