Pyre Creek

A woman speaks in a
Twisted tongue of lies
A keen eye for dire literature;
Her mind judges otherwise

Comprised of conspiracies,
Yet quick to criticize
The atrocity of her ways
Come not as a surprise

Her words churn fire
Cremating my virgin skin
To an opaque,deathly crisp
As the ashes are born akin

Versatility a prolific landmark
Artistic freedom at its peak
This war is child's play
Her casket awaits in the creek