#WritcoPoemChallenge
#WomensDay
Her eyes gleamed with the light 
Of her inner strength,
She had walked miles,
Not worried about the length,
She is power of hour
portal of mortal
time accounts ,
She is a despair witch so called
but desired to bold
Make the stubborn pain in hers
Where her willingness reverts
She is a fantasy of ecstasy
That nobody should misuse that casts worse spell of death curse
Harder the man,stronger than any
She stands strong ,she stand Proud

© Stela