UNSUNG Facing my own demons, facing an embattled world, My mind is weary, my vision blurred.

I struggle to accept the things that I cannot change, Leaving me defeated, breathless and deranged. My spirit yearns for all that is divine, For ultimate cessation of humanity’s crimes. Raged against apathy and society’s contempt, Questioning all reason, and treason, and motive, and intent. I have, but only one, weapon in my arsenal of arms, Sharpened daily and anointed with elixir of my womanly charms; So that I may then yield the sword of my fiery tongue, Prepared to battle, to live and to die as a vixen unsung.