Skeleton Woman ....
Woman running with the Wolves ....
Words ....
Jumbled up in my mind ...
Thanks Uma .... This book given by you .......
As though was written by me or for me ...
But, frankly for every woman ...
Every woman who empathises with another brethren of hers.
Am the bones that rattle in his head....
Am the blood that runs through his bloodshot eyes....
Every ounce the woman ....
The Wolf devoured ...
Every bit the skeletal remains of his past.
From the smoke rises the image of a woman ....
The ashes contain the bones ...
Rest all reduced to ashes ....
Warm ash .... smouldering ash.
The woman walks away from the ashes....
Footprints on the ashen floor...
She glides through the night...
The moonlit night ...
Wolves howling in the background ...
The forest comes alive with sounds of crickets ....
An eerie silence broken with these sounds...
The woman walks on ....
Sometimes as though flying through the air.....
Someone somewhere keeps awake ...
As he knows one day he shall be devoured for his follies....
His flesh torn to pieces....
His bones crushed into million shards....
His nights curled up in fear ....
His days; eyes furtively looking for the Skeleton Woman...
Darting from place to place ....
Lest she catches his scent somewhere ...
And, turns around ....
Baring her teeth ...
All set to pounce upon him...
She does run with the wolves .... Yes, she does
She leads the pack now.
She is not one to cow down ..
She is not one who fears...
She instills fear in them ...
That doth harm to her brethren....
When she moves...
Lithe and stealth in her steps .....
Her moves to the beat of the rhythm in her heart ....
A melancholy soulful music within....
But, at peace ....
But, with red blazing eyes .....
Eyes that can reduce anyone to ashes...
Eyes that spew flames...
Flames that reduce you to ashes ....
From which the Skeleton woman rises again and again.....
And, runs with the Wolves all over again.
Woman running with the Wolves ....
Words ....
Jumbled up in my mind ...
Thanks Uma .... This book given by you .......
As though was written by me or for me ...
But, frankly for every woman ...
Every woman who empathises with another brethren of hers.
Am the bones that rattle in his head....
Am the blood that runs through his bloodshot eyes....
Every ounce the woman ....
The Wolf devoured ...
Every bit the skeletal remains of his past.
From the smoke rises the image of a woman ....
The ashes contain the bones ...
Rest all reduced to ashes ....
Warm ash .... smouldering ash.
The woman walks away from the ashes....
Footprints on the ashen floor...
She glides through the night...
The moonlit night ...
Wolves howling in the background ...
The forest comes alive with sounds of crickets ....
An eerie silence broken with these sounds...
The woman walks on ....
Sometimes as though flying through the air.....
Someone somewhere keeps awake ...
As he knows one day he shall be devoured for his follies....
His flesh torn to pieces....
His bones crushed into million shards....
His nights curled up in fear ....
His days; eyes furtively looking for the Skeleton Woman...
Darting from place to place ....
Lest she catches his scent somewhere ...
And, turns around ....
Baring her teeth ...
All set to pounce upon him...
She does run with the wolves .... Yes, she does
She leads the pack now.
She is not one to cow down ..
She is not one who fears...
She instills fear in them ...
That doth harm to her brethren....
When she moves...
Lithe and stealth in her steps .....
Her moves to the beat of the rhythm in her heart ....
A melancholy soulful music within....
But, at peace ....
But, with red blazing eyes .....
Eyes that can reduce anyone to ashes...
Eyes that spew flames...
Flames that reduce you to ashes ....
From which the Skeleton woman rises again and again.....
And, runs with the Wolves all over again.
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