Faces of Bellona

Taking lives parades power,

And I yearn for the blood of my enemies.

Smeared over my face and armor,

I am a woman capturing liberties.

I crave for them to fine-tune their specialties,

I long for challenge; come and face me.

Take pride in resilient, immovable soldiers.

My shield: the last sight of defeat

Look at my stone cold, porcelain complexion.

My beautifully crafted, poured on armory.

Gaze at my womanhood, or at my destruction,

For I am beauty, and I am beast.

Strength spares souls,

While I rinse and repeat.

The one day I may appear weak,

My soul heirs will be on their feet.

-- V. L. Gonzalez