Valencia, Lady Beatriz

Street lights and dark narrow alleys

A clothing acceptable just above the knees
Stars were bright, and the moon crescent
Someone whistled but dogs aren’t present

Those boots she hear, he’s drawing near

He’s too fast even while holding a beer
She cried for help but was too late
His hand in her mouth, dragged her back to faintp

A hankie turned into blindfold

She was laid down in no flowery-folds
She cannot move, he’s too heavy
She bleeds and but he didn’t even worry

A master piece that’s handcrafted

She was destroyed by the ill- minded
She was a victim, raped without shame
But all they’ve done is put the clothes to blame