Every poet has dreamt
of this moment
since the beginning of time.
Though, unlike them,
I have not come to ponder
and pursue shadows.
Instead at the alter of the cosmos,
I’ll teach the beasts to dance
and make love to the galaxy.

All witchcraft & madness
and soft deadly kisses.
What I mean to say is;
In the cruel heart of winter
you will find me
alone on the cold balcony,
choosing the universe over man,
like Eve did before me.

It’s not only the Deities of Death
whom love apples..
I’ll sink these incisors
into anything forbidden,
any,
anything at all.

Speeding away from gravitational orbit
The moon ablaze as gazes glare from the cockpit
A jacket of jet leather with patches abound
The Dead Kennedys and Franz Ferdinand
Keeping political war on Earth's ground
Flying away into the plains of space
As the plane of time gives hearty chase
Hollow youth filled with snippets of old age
As their battlecry channels an inner rage
Death to all earthly matters that muddle our future
The neon glow hums as the last remnant of a culture
So make way for this warrior who shall bring us all closure
Rebelling like a banshee set ablaze over Orion's shoulder
Ensuring the enemy's final haze destroys their dying composure

A brazen face of might
With eyes that shine
Like neon lights at night,
Her body veiled in armor
As the world attacks
And she fights back,
With words of wisdom
As well as her fists.