ALLEGORY Poem: My Lady, by Lan Acosta

My Lady is persistently clothed in beauty, a
vision in her
gowns, a sight
in her trousers,
a woman of
enthralling severity in whatever she may hide
her sharp teeth behind.

My Lady is a queen; if not by
birth, then by
her ruthless ambition,
by the decisive
glint to her
gleaming eyes, by the heavy crown worn upon
her eternally downturned brow.

My Lady is a monster in disguise, her
sharp villainous form
hidden behind those
cunning smiles and
those sly quips
and those close brushes of skin against skin,
of person against monster.

My Lady is of that kind of beauty
which not only
seems to impart
to its possessor
firmness and animosity,
but to strike into others an instinctive recognition
of those qualities within.

My Lady is of a breed of darkness
unseen by the
common eye, unheeded
by those above,
and yet, united
in enjoined darkness, she is wholly understood by
I and I alone