(the last sitting)

You painted them with a
A scarlet lie. Incarcerated to a life of chambers.

The underworld is kept in pristine adoration by you,
The same ones who punish.
How does inhumane look good
With your morning fresh suits.

Pulverized the finest with shame birthed from
Hieroglyphics of freedom.

Or was it fear?

One eventually enervates from marching
Through a tirade. Petals
Detaching one by one, abandoning power
With every pierce. 

But take notes that courage
Is designed to survive any creature.
And she was crafted to dance with
Every villain.
Reptilians paired with her love,
To bear creations in the future,
And turn this world against its own.

Only time will expose your mortal
Deficiency.