She danced in the aisles where the old souls
prayed,
She ranted to old Gods, saying, “Of you I´m
not afraid”,
She glared at all the accusing with her dire
look of fire,
She challenged the world with her forked tongue
of ire.
She raised her lithe arms to old Goddess of
all lightening,
She shook tight fist, saying, “You’re not at
all frightening”,
She spat her serpent´s venom & at the thunder
truly lashed,
She frightened all men with danger, as her black
eyes flashed.
She was such a daring woman, one that knew she
was free,
She laughed at the world, saying, “Don’t ever
mess with me”,
She swore & blasphemed with her poisonous
viper´s tongue,
She turned her back to all, lifted her skirts
& away she spun.
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