She ran through his veins, like a mighty raging torrent,
Manners, mannerisms all abhorrent,
She struck, she decided,
He and his worlds all collided,
Like the clean, cool air after a storm,
Through her depictions he was reborn,
She tore at his timid beast,
Until actions, like a bird released,
All settled and withered away,
Waiting for another perfect time of day,
For her to reach out and have her say,
History and her lessons,
Help us decide the way,