Scarlet Woman

They look at her
with greedy eyes
As she drops down her guards
to surrender her flesh at last
to them, monsters in mask.

Taking no time
disrobing her
with eyes and hands alike
They dig their untamed claws
tearing her apart tonight.

They feast on her
night after night
Yet cringe about her alleys
to their own, during daylight
to veil their dark conquest.

And yet she smiles
A broken heart
is far too less a price to pay
And bloody scars of her ordeal
does not matter anymore.

For a baby waits
in a corner room
who must grow in a world too far
And his hope rests on how much
a mother can bear tonight.

So she will smile
and still invite
more beasts to dig deep and bite
She wills to trade her present for
a future that he might live.

They called her a whore,
a slut and what not
No one ever called her a mother
who fed herself to beasts of lust
to feed her only child.

No one ever called her
a Goddess.