All women borrow their eyes from Consequentia,
And with these borrowed eyes they envy Hers.
Such is the life of women, one of competition.
Where faith in cooperation n company come rare.
Pitting their men against one another,
They will share only to establish dominion.
Measuring the victor to a Measure forgot,
Becoming sensual predator or hopeless prey.
And women without faith are allowed to play,
Longer and longer with their interest to pay,
Eyes of Consequentia rest in peace untold,
Watching Her Man, My Night-Skinned Lord…
Waiting in silence for the horrors to unfold.