Goddess Of RUIN

A fiery, goddess; a red hammer; shatters empires and hearts in a scorching, ruinous dance.

A big red hammer and a wicked shard of glass,
That's what you'll face if you dare to touch her ass.
A dynamite stick of blazing desire,
Sex with her — a scorching funeral pyre.

She's fire and ice; a perilous dance,
Flash a wicked grin; seal your fatal chance.
A Queen of chaos — sharp Damascus steel,
Her hammer swings; watch Empires reel.

Twenty-seven Queens steeped in witches' brew,
Twenty-seven Kings, with their heads askew,
She stirs the cauldron; darkness bends in sway,
Royals quake; she carves their doom to slay.

A big red hammer and a shattered shard of glass,
I'm the chosen one, anointed at last.
I rule in the wreckage; I've carved my throne,
Her fiery kiss chars me to the bone.

Twenty-seven minutes; I can endure.
Her legs entwined, sanity no more,
I drink her fountain, pouring a river,
Drenched in nectar, every scream and quiver.

My days in wait for her fiery reprise,
My nights consumed between alluring thighs,
My world unravels as her tempest roars,
Her chaos drowns me — hers forevermore.

—Noisy Wren