The Iron Lady, cried rust-streaked tears.
It was she that Love and Justice feared.
For she preyed on hate, her Vengeance seared
Bores and burns in our enemies near.
Her Sisters summon, most unwilling,
The Vengeance, Wrath, Gold Lady would Sing,
“The beasts demanded this answering.”
Old Sun rose, questioned what Light would bring.
Babes, we slept undisturbed through the Night.
Love kept us warm, Gold Lady of Light.
Justice bade Truth, Silver Lady’s Might.
If the Wolves prey, Iron Lady fights.
© CGT, 2017.
Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.