Fluid movements mark her presence,
Grace at her command.
Time and again you learn the truth,
Alone you cannot stand.
Your life becomes and endless struggle,
Each day a living hell.
Your fortress lies about in rubble,
She’ll have your heart as well.
It does no good to make demands,
You can’t resist her will.
Escape you may to foreign lands,
But she shall find you still.
A Demon, she is, of darkest black,
An Angel of purest white;
The strength and fortitude you lack,
You can’t withstand her might.
So you must have her for your own
Accept defeat; your fate is known.
About the Creator
PK Rankin
I am a father, husband, worker, traveler, philosopher, lifelong learner, and poet who believes that you can do anything you put your mind to. I am a lover of freedom, a respecter of life, an eclectic dreamer, and eternal optimist.
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