April 1st - Power Struggle

A misogynistic God created man in HIS image

And through the women’s heart the first man did pillage

For HE gave men the power to put women in a trance

To corrupt through her virtue with a well-brandished glance

After not too long, that first curious girl could no longer keep her eyes hidden

From the luscious fruits her senses had heretofore forbidden

For even her coyest gaze could give no equal match

To the arousal that his enchanting sneer could catch

And so she drunk deeply of his gaze

Where only the most doomed of all the strumpet plays

And what’s more, she bid him gaze her back

Into the folds of her luscious locks hinting a shade of crimson black

And more than her guard was now circumvented

For now it is HE to the priest who should have repented

For the power he used to initially stir her emotion

She stole in that lustful gaze before he even had the notion

As Prometheus once pilfered the fire from the Gods

She too blasted through all the stacked against odds

As she usurped his power that was always rightfully hers

Drunken on this lure that in her soul he no longer stirs

And she now owns the power that will never be his again

Thus began the reign of how women began destroying men.