Rape.

It will be the awful moment
Maybe on her way home
When she will get waved
There will be no way to skip the scene
Her attention will be already stolen
The hammering hand will grab her face forcefully
That she can’t call for help nor get a sign of it.

She will be taken to the place
She can’t easily localize
For her control will be focused on what is going on
Or what is about to happen...later,
Her back will knock the ground spotlessly
Her cloths will be the matter to cross first,
On the way of escaping panties on the way far.

Her hands will be crucified that they disturb not,
Nor grab anything to express the inner feelings...
She will try her best but it will be not enough
To hit even the ant from its harshly running.

She will be facing the ceiling on the open doom
Hiding his beauty from careless cruel hands
When she will feel the iron bar invading her
Private castle which she kept to accommodate
The charming prince who will either come or
Choose the way behind.

no matter how many turn the devil's horse will run around
the league Will get its last whistle
when the queen shall be abandoned lonely
to stay in her bitter dummy world.

But She will stand again she will manage to go,
Going back on her land she will keep the scars
Of her choice less battle she will return on herself
To clean al the mess and start a new chapter with
A broken wing. 

It will be the awful moment
Maybe on her way home when she will get waved
There will be no  time to turn again
For Her attention will be already stolen
As she experienced what it means to get raped.