Her smiles of valour encase her agony--
broken dreams crawling to murmur in pain,
her fiery scars pound against her sanity
struggling in twisted ropes of silent screams.
A wounded Athena, she is a woman in chains
staring at her shattered reflections.
Her shades of red, they haven't seen--
polished above tattered breaths,
tender shrieks buried under forced arms
blurred visions of screaming tyranny.
A trampled magnolia, she is a woman in chains
rotting in her Carmen of morose ember.
Oh woman! You embrace scars with dignity
ethereal flow of progeny in evil hands,
your banished desires in shriveled ages
lost in spiral cobwebs of festered veins.
Her miserable existence in liberation--
burning thorns in mourning labyrinths,
she simmers courage in dried paranoia
a streak of red blood, no longer she'd fear.
A goddess flickering amber lamps of hope
her essence flows through mankind.
Oh woman! Feel the celestial powers
preserved in your gracious bosom,
your afflicted pain nurtures patience
strong enough to bend heavenly tides.
A wounded Athena, a trampled magnolia
A rotting Carmen, a goddess she is..
The woman in chains pours forgiveness
filling oceans from azure exuberance,
her selfless heart of mellowed love
permeates Satan's abode with virtue.
The woman in chains wears sacrifice
her gossamer veil embraces men's follies,
she carries the elixir of compassion
ripples of hopes for scarred souls.
Oh woman! They oppress you in madness,
to your sanctity they bow in agitation,
timeless tragedies in forgotten fires
you dust your wings to fly again.
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