A woman I love was attacked recently

By a man dressed in black ruthless tyranny

She was beaten with fists of cowardice

As he was seething with a sick avarice

He bit into her innocent chest like a wild beast

Intent on his need to molest, slavering over her like a vile feast

She cried out and thrashed against the onslaught

As she died inside at each slap that that brought

He tore open her blouse, intent on the rape

Hate poured from him like a cruel jape

She was saved by the light pouring over her suddenly

Her assailant ran in fright from discovery

So she sat crying there, with all hope shattered

Bloody, disarrayed hair, and her clothes tattered

She had just defeated cancer through a hysterectomy

Bringing a deep-seated thought that she was no longer womanly

Though I've repeated to her every day the effect of her beauty

She denies it and believes pain to be her only destiny

She's 21, has lost a baby, beat cancer twice, and survived an abusive marriage

She still came through beautiful and nice, with just the slightest limp to her proud carriage

She was, and still remains, one of the strongest people that I know

But, I know that she thinks that effort was in vain from one helpless night pressed against the snow

It brought back too many memories of nights when she had no control

When her husband used to beat her and use her as a satisfying hole

I'm a thousand miles away, and clenching my fists in a cold white-knuckled silence

Feeling my impotence in every way, my face held still, tight, and tense

She is one of the very few people that I can ever say I'm elated to see exist

And it hurts me more than I can say to be the one to relate her story, she didn't deserve this.

-David "Dingo" Bleecher