Warrior Witch

Crimson
dark
almost black
color of dried blood
streaked down side of face
frantic eyes
stare
a war
won or lost
based on the whims
of men in power.
Hear the drum
solemn beat
mournful horn
call to arms
ride to defend
no defeat tolerated
wipe out
destroy
old man market
of young flesh
darkest desires
passions met.
Set free
enslaved
set loose
demonized enemies
herald the call
a mountain will move
crushed beneath
torn away
waters of life
of the people
of change.
wild eyed
I stand
upon cliff ledge
below
beyond
lightening horizon
come the bringers of Death.
©August 9/20
Picture via Pinterest

Can you guess?

I do not wear a cape.
I do not wear a short skirt.
I wear stilettos
as I stalk through the night.
I am a different kind of Super Hero
one you might not expect
my villains 
they are the danger
that stalks children
women
alike.
Police 
Child’s advocate
none can ease the fear
when abuse runs rampant
and 
no one hears.
Dance
skip
eager to please
draw you in
kill you I will.
As eyes widen
blade slips between the ribs
relish the fear
the horror
I have invoked.
What you are feeling?
That is what every child you carved
hurt
dissected
has felt.
Heart stutters to a stop
grin
elfish
pleased
proud.
I am a super hero
just not the type you would expect…..
as to my secret identity?
Well…..
I will let you guess.
March 23/19
Image by prettysleepy1 from Pixabay