She feeds on the smoke of the city,
The daughter of the war,
With a mask of metal destruction
Cursed by the bondage of her birth,
Chained by destiny,
She nurses her undead siblings
And bear their children of the night.
Her breasts pain,
Her womb bleeds,
She wanders through the city in the search for redemption.
She writhes in agony over her eternal nightmare,
Her heart seeks liberation.
With claws meant to destroy,
Sculpting skyscrapers —
Her fortress of fantasy.
Clad in the armor of leather
And armed with armadillo heels,
She dances in the rooftop of the city,
The prophet of freedom.
With a sword of glitter,
She slays her brothers
And pierces her children’s hearts.
Bathed in their blood,
Feeding on smoke,
The lady of the night smiles.