She rises from the ashes,
Donning infinite avatars,
Sending the vile searching for cover,
And begging for mercy...

aghast she sounds
her mumbling so naive
yet she stands live
unapologetical and beautiful

Eyes so mourning
sighs of heavy breaths
let her live once
on her deathbed

Divine is her being
And magic in her bliss
sending smiles of love
and begging for mercy

Doth she urged
and ever asked for world
tall she stands
firm and in stills

Autumn beautifies
glory of her spirit
hath she not ruled thrones
of your acculturation

ages define her honour
poetries mark her being
blessings countless she oozes for you
and begging for mercy!
© sidrat