My Lady of Myth

Merry Met Lady

Whence from came you?

Who the hell are you talking to?

Are you a fool?

Can you not ascertain my privilege

My right…..

Birthright

To rob

Steal

Plunder

All that I can see

For none dare stop me.

I build monasteries

To see them fall.

I carve nunneries

To house the women of the night.

I have founded countries.

I have destroyed others

Leaving not even a dust mote

No one knows the terror I wrought.

I stalk the nights.

I blend during the daylight.

None know of me

Other than as a nightmare

A myth spoken of under cover of bed

A tale of terror

Used to frighten children

When really

It should be you

Who fears me.

©Nov. 10/22

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