OMEN

You sit high on your horse listening, sneering, judging-everyting SHE hates
You climb down, chest puffed out
thumping-here am i, here sits he who captured-tamed, restrained SHE who claims NEVER to bow, to break, to bend-be contained
SHE (while you high-five, shuck-and-jive)is beginning to shake, to rock, to quake
SHE is nearing her breaking point boy don't you know?
SHE will smash the very jar in which you have so neatly tucked HER away
Oh my this is the wild child that sets fires to  bridges-while standing, planted firmly in the middle laughing with maniacal glee-dancing with the fire to some unknown, unheard melody playing in HER chaotic, cluttered mind
Back up boy! Give her the room you said she could have to breathe! HER wings are dying the tips wilting
HER horns are growing-HER heart hardening
Are you blind man? Can you not see?
SHE is a horrible, destructive force of nature when pushed too far lad!
SHE always feels shame at the end-the aftermath
But HER fury during  the cataclysmic happening-knows no limits-no bounds
A tsunami is coming!
You better take cover! Quick as lightening you'd better be running