For all the tarnish on that silver lining
For all the small print when I was signing
If not for bad luck the word wouldn’t exist
I’ve been the moving target on someone’s list
No wonder I had to double-lock the doors
Watch my every step on those glossy floors
The moment I looked up the Enemy was there
A smirk on his face and his mate with a sneer
Why God did not slay those gossips and witches?
Or blow their carcasses into unmarked ditches?
Those lustful dumb men longing to rape my Soul?
Those self-righteous neighbors so brutal and cold?
From this moment on I petition the Thunder
Note every Intruder and slash them asunder
So much as a thought of illwill sent my way
Oh Master of Elements make them pay
I reclaim my Power and Daughter as well
Threaten either of us and you shall taste Hell
Old Testament Angel shall crush your pride
Thrust and twist Her sword in your side
My punishment is done as my youth is gone
I’m the harmless old woman with a deadly song.
Ciera S. Louise c. September 23, 2005