For Queen Kay

A wild woman lives within me
As free as she will ever be
Untrammeled and untamed
Oft times unnamed
One catches glimpses now and then
Sometimes of her amid sin
As she flits about
now in, now out
At times she creates, or regenerates
A few times she destroys, or else devastates
And even defends
Those too easy to bend
Lest salvation arrive, but too late

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