Anger is her weapon
and violence her love
emotions wielded
mace-like
over those surrounding

A castle
no one
would ever lay siege to

No treasure beneath the
surfaces to entice
not even a Siren song
to draw them in...

She is a vortex
a one woman
maelstrom
and you would do well
to keep
a distance

It is not choice
that will pull you under
nor desire
that will rend you apart
but proximity
that will lay waste
to the landscapes
of your heart