soft spoken anxiety, i bleed for her
have need for her yet am i repulsed by her
she once stood like a queen amongst the stars
proud with purpose a protector to her siblings
struck down by a lover she became bitter
a scar across the cheek and a quiver made her a killer
by the dozens her faithful children were sacrificed
enticed by the promise of immortality
the cursed reality ... what she spoke was fallacy
her maiden name liberty she became consort to greed
in marriage changed her name and became greed
moved her hand to barren sand forgetting her love ones
her ailing children crying for mother were left to hunger
while she paraded in black lace with her lover
herself only a shadow shackled no longer free
content to be a concubine