Her Challenge

Her frail deeds may have danced at the close of day
but her words have forked no lightning
your eyes hold her continued silence
but through her bleak gaze
she'd see only her own vivid blood
In the glasses of her observers
She feels nude before the world
with all her faults and shortcomings
Shown to the wicked and cynical
Her silence is no worse than their cheers
She yearns to challenge oblivion
To trace the thoughts of everything
Her dance falls in step with the seasons
Her movements glittering in the empty
Her pen, racing to fill the void
She'll create a storm they can't ignore