(image by Dashinvaine)
They came like a storm, like black birds
Picking clean my bones,
Breaking, hurting, raping, slashing
Trusts, honours and backs.
They came like a storm
Of red cloaks and red blood,
And forged the lance in my heart:
Out of my tears, out of my hate,
It rose, out the screams of my babes,
My daughters of flowers turned into mud.
They came like a storm,
Flushing the goodness from myself.
And I knelt before the dark goddess
And asked to be made merciless and brave.
No more tears have I shed.
No hesitation has stopped my steps.
I am the queen who will be no slave,
The bringer of the scream,
The painter of the red.
I have become their lighting and their thunder.
The mid-wife of their fears.
I have crushed their spears and howled
The call of war.
I am the lance and I am the sword;
The avenger of chastity turned blood,
Of freedom chained, of broken oaths.
I am she, who teaches terror, to those who brought the storm.