On battlefield of humanity, dead she lay

By Eulalia S N

He stomps not in his usual arrogance

but humbled, by her side, he kneels

Gazing into her eyes, a tear slips away

as he halts her heart into eternal freeze.

He came not alone, like on his routine tour

but with a band of angels that tore through the door

to see him take such a soul away

and carry it back through heaven’s doorway.

The mighty ‘Angel of Death’ he is

bowed now low before this queen.

Without a crown, without a cape

a gentle woman of simple means.

“I have taken many a soul

but seldom like this girl, so dear”

Wept he on that battle ground

that was soaked in stench of blood and fear.

Braving the blames of a scathing world

through tumultuous wars the damsel fought

Relentless on that bloodied field

Not for herself but for the weak and lost.

The deplorable acts of misogyny

trapped her in a veil of maligned humanity

Under the guise of concerned security

they clipped her wings and labeled her a property

But against this she drew her sword

Alone and afraid she braved those hordes

Not for herself but for her million sisters out there

enslaved in chains to the patriarchal chair.

When her owns whip ripped open her chest

She stood undeterred, her faith in none but herself

As her fearless blade slashed the selfish atrocities

She’s that every woman whose name shaped our history.

“I’m honoured to take you my lady” the dark angel cried

as he carried her in his arms, abandoning his sinister scythe.

Off he flew followed by his celestial army

Out of this biased earth and on to blissful eternity.

Now that’s the person I struggle to be

Where my every breath fights to set the world free

And finally meet an end so worthy

That death himself would bow before me.

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By Eulalia S N