“That was a gruesome battle”
I think to myself as I remove my clothing.
Step into the shower
To wash everyone’s blood off of me
A battle fit for my dear Hades
Remembering all his forgotten ladies
I thought to remove the crown of thorns from my head.
Laying on the field are men
Solemn as they have ever been
Quiet in now in lieu of the storm that is me.
A sword, a dagger, a kill for fun
Much slower and painful than that of a gun
Nobody ever considered I liked the pain.
He came to me one shattered night
Told me I didn’t need to fight
He just wanted to know what was underneath my armor.
I told him I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve
Some women do, but I know you’ll leave
A quiet mess is a lady that knows her facts.
There are some that are so easy to get
You could almost win them in a bet
Yet all for show with nothing substantial within.
Crazy is this game of life
Where I’m supposed to want to be a wife
Yet no man likes a woman with a blade.
They say I’m held up with this huge ax
Yet nobody really has their facts
Within this warrior is a lady through and through.
A woman yearning for a gentle touch
A word to believe when it is said as such
A lady yearning to be delivered nothing but the truth.
You may never see a tender tear
Or even witness an irrational fear
A lady never tells all her secrets to anyone.
Not falling victim to the newest charmer
You won’t see what is under my armor
Unless you first test out the desires of the mind.
Witness firsthand the steps it takes
Leave the bullshit for the fakes
Be a man and do it right the first time.
Not wanting to be in foolish trances
You won’t get any second chances
There isn’t enough space left in my head for that.
Once stricken with his heart clutched
My heart finally ever touched
Now we begin the enduring dance of love.