Rise Upon Her Loyalty
Fall upon your disrespect
She rolls with the fate of her destiny,
Trampling any problems thrown her way,
Highly strung enemies batted with an iron fist,
As she’ll not tolerate the effort to see her run astray.
**
She rises with the sun in the heated hours,
Bowing to the blessings of a new day,
Honoured amongst thieves, she rules every minute,
Disruption an annoyance with which she’ll pay.
**
Seldom does she meet an equal of any magnitude,
Trashed hearts wallow in her wake or so they say,
If you’d like to keep her onside, be very wary,
Because it’s only on her approval that you’ll get to stay.
**
Loneliness has become obsolete in her world,
For she truly is comfortable within her own skin to others dismay,
Solitude is guarded as a precious commodity,
And it’s only on her invite you’ll be chosen to play.
**
Run if you’re ever the cause of her ire,
She is destruction personified on full display,
Anger her weapon of choice to cull the minions,
Casting aside those who choose to disobey.
**
She has a strength unheard of to one so young,
Riding the waves of desire into her enemies fray,
She’ll massacre the camp into total oblivion,
Ensuring they’ll never rise up and betray.
**
Watch your back if you even think silently of her demise,
For she’s capable of ransacking your mind on any given day,
Don’t be a fool and believe she can ever be beaten,
Because a single thought will be the end of your ability to pray.
**
Ride her loyalty with a smile upon your face,
For as long as you respect her, you’ll be okay,
But cross swords in an intentional parody,
And you will be the next enemy she’ll quickly slay.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T! And still, to quote a pair of SNL icons, "We're not worthy!" But then, who is?
Watch your back if you even think silently of her demise, For she’s capable of ransacking your mind on any given day, These lines were my favourite! She's such a badass! Loved your poem!
Colleen, this was wonderfully inspiring. Such a strong poem! Well done!
Excellent characterisation in your poem. 😊👍 They sound rad! Maybe a little radical haha, but mostly rad!