Tisiphone.
She is watching us from a sparkle in space.
Protector of the cold and innocent face.
Dance all night in lonely nakedness.
Through snowy eyes and trees of yesterday.
The Black Dove of sorrow is honest.
But will always be cruel to the murderers.
She cuts like a dagger into flesh.
Digs into feeble minded humans.
The reptile mistress of dusk.
Slithers across warm caring skin.
Volatile spells of Nightly Karma.
Feedback on violent distortion.
Some have called her Tisiphone.
Throughout centuries she's been at war.
Taunting the criminals and rapists.
Destroying the guilty with a kiss.
And ravaging against the light.
Until her darkness rules eternally.
by Mark Parry.
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