Yep, slightly passed middle age, hmm,mm but in good health body and maybe mind, I think at least I keep straight my back I'm certainly no elder sage but I still will not step on a sidewalk crack
warmer than morning sun brighter than shooting stars universes contained within illuminating night skies a true north star lighting this way home my world in her smile
Conflict in the early night sky Battles swirling raging between deep pastel foes Epic daily struggles as light slashes dark Leaving streaking flashes in futile fights Finally prevailing the black veil flexes Showing the power of having no light Till dawn when darkness sees the light and dies
For surely she is a reaper of any man's ego some innocence lost some deserving it so She stripping their hearts of their selflish show She collects them as trophies in a case aglow Reminding her of how many are left to go Refining the craft of destroying their whole Another notch in her unforgiving bow Men unleashed this vengeful black crow To punish themselves for ruining women's soul
Protect the less powerful the women the young the old Let her ripper rip and the reaper sow all of those evil men souls