The rain strikes the sharp jagged window panes
As she huddles in a corner of the darkening room hurting full of shame,
The probing fingers of early evening frost play a game of chess
And invade the unprotected battlements of her frail body with success.

Outside,
The lightning bares its hideous teeth with savage intent
And the wind sings a song without hope.

The storm gathers its troop for the carnage of fright
That it has lustfully planned for this nightmarish night,
People can be heard running outside on the wet pavements,
Humans hunting for shelters beneath gravestones.

Inside,
The decaying boards of the room reek
With insidious desires.

She can sense the lower depths of pollution
That surround her but nobody will ever execute a solution,
This child of mankind will be shrouded in a grim reality
Which is preached as a sincere morality.

*Within,
Even though her soul is sore,
She will never be vanquished by these feeble man made forces.

Rain pelts a nightmare into her skin,
His punches sneak into her veins and explode,
The thunder of her broken heart lashes her,
His voice prowls in every bone of her fibre.

“Please! No more!”

He silences her pleas with sleep’s dead pillow,
On this night he buries their love beyond human reach,
His hands crack her with the rage of a killer’s moon,
Fingers probe her privacy and she recoils in the grip of his steely vice.

“No! Oh god! No!”

The devil is inside the room with her,
His vaporous form drowns her mind,
The beast worms and carves his name into her,
This night he wants more, he wants to own her.

*“...!”

"...and the Angel of Truth did walk through the land of dread,
Upon the sacred road of Freedom she without fear treads,
No man, no law, no system dare stop her soft footsteps,
The way forward freely littered with war's treacherous traps,
One fine day Peace and Beauty will finally have cause to smile,
On that day their marriage will give wings to Freedom's child..."