Dark in the twilight of a moonlight night,
Came a viper fangs dripping with ink for a fight,
Face aglow before the flickering screen,
Heart ablaze, plans laid, virginal art to slay

A master a teacher said he to himself,
A woman’s heart, soul bare, easy prey
Vengeance in a world incomprehensibly small
Twist and turn back to classroom ridicule
How powerful to slash with unstoppable force
For one moment the immovable object of desire to desecrate
It seems so clear, written form, like facts like textbook defeat
Gaia writhing in ridicule, or so it seems.

And down comes the strike, again and again
Resistance, what resistance, how vulnerable how plain
The words make no moan, easily twisted and rent
But what man strikes a woman, a man that is bent.

But as a child makes a father, a woman a man
And in what weak abomination of does such a snake
Strike at his reflection in horror and pain.
For manhood, is sacred in the mirror of life
Where husband is not, if not for his wife

And so pity the worm his ink running dry
From the shadow of pencil dragged down from the sky
No master, mere student and poor one at that
Shamefaced in the darkness, my word what a twat.