A malevolent yet strange force stays longer
Her eyes are filled with wrath and creation
With a heart flowing with devastation
Worshipped by all around the planet
Her reign is anything but tangent
Nature is her game and we are the pawns
Watching everything while we are the fawns
She's aware of the transgressions
Simply hiding behind her expressions
A voice as smooth as silk
Soothing every soul around
Her victory is mound
The mother of seasons
Has committed various treasons
Oh merciful beauty they say
We always have to pay
It's all just a ploy you see
She's a monstress being
With no sense of remorse
Her mind is strewn of course
About the Creator
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