She climbs the ruins 

Of the same old city

Where not a single heartbeat

Has been found

In the time running out. 

 

I let loose and rise upon

The sacred fields

Where the feral moon 

Howls in the

Morning mists. 

 

For a brief eclipse

Of two women

One shines brighter 

One lurks in the shadows -

Beyond this terrible earth.

 

Dirt crumbles 

From the mountains 

In the city of your heart 

And the fortress of your rib cage

Begins to collapse beneath the heavy weights of lies. 

 

Women contain multitudes - 

I will not fall down - 

I will stand - 

The mightiest shining 

Of a terrible reign.