Her Blazing Eyes Will Singe

It is from the same scent of blood bath that she will rise

phenomenally like a phoenix with her blazing eyes

belittling the taboos of time as mere myths and lies.

Silhouetting new dreams from specks of dust

quintessentially from the quench of your insatiable lust

will she be rebelliously rising clinging to trust carving a crust.

From her battered body that was a playground for you

that is no anathema from the anarchy of your unethical cue

in renewed vigour inspiring will she be rejuvenating to imbue.

Hanging you in ignominy’s clutches and claws

bouncing back like a boomerang unraveling your flaws

she will rise as your paying price eternally in Karma’s laws.