Eve Rising

I know I am in control of the battle.
I am Eve Rising.
For the wages of sin is death...
yet I breathe.
Conquering demons, dreaming measures...and taking names.
Up to the house two by two.
Ghetto Warrior Princess.
Triple threat!
As it unfolds, the truth is revealed.
Masked in insecurity...the mundane life was over.
She stepped up...took the sword.
The sword was her tongue.
And she riddled them a saga, no one could deny.
The wages is pages,
and she set out to write it.
To write it.
An account, and her bills were past due.
Due in due time!
To each their magic own.
Unbridled she wept for a Dragon.
But she knew she had a job to do.
She set out to right it.
To right the wrongs of past mistakes.
And claim her rightful inheritance of fate.
Each step, Each action counted.
Measures and steps and ink.
And a prophecy of knowledge,
Insurmountable never ending task at hand.
Pages of passages through trials unnumbered.
The wrong became the right.
That path of the daunting...unlocked.
Never shielded by that sword.
Her words pierced through as a weapon...
and all it ever was, was a dream.
And she wrote and wrote...and in the night would scream!
At last, the secret would reveal...
she was not forsaken.
Measures and steps and ink.
Pounding brain.
Sword.
Pierce.
HEART.
Love.
Two.
Much.
I do believe.
I am Eve Rising.