Member Poem

Adi, primal, eternal I am,
His right hand, His feminine form
On His command I conjured these cosmos
By His ordinance, I strengthened the masculine arm.

And remained dynamic in the shoulders of She ,
The Atlas of Mankind,
Without whom any he is incomplete.

I am the womb of life
And it’s grave too,
As in my bowels the ghosts of animation rest.
If I am Mary, chaste and pure ,
Then I am Helen, lusty and pillaging.
I am the peace of a household
I am the tension of disputes.
I am the loved Teresa, who fostered Humanity,
I am hated Fulvia, the puppeteer of Antony.
I stand by men, who respect me
I shred them to hell
Who dare lay an eye on my epitomes.

I am the shine of a sanguine sword
Whom men bow to before battles,
Me, the penetrator through toughest of hearts
The real victor of combats.
I am an addict to gore,
If kept from my juice too long
I will feast whatever to ruins.

Adi, primal, eternal I am,
Daughter of God
I am the nurturer of nature
I am the lust that tests all.