Slaughterhouse Heros

In the slaughterhouse where the red rivers run, She dances between the mask and the gun. One breath a goddess in cape and in flight, Next breath a devil strapped leather-tight. Superwoman smiles while the blood paints the wall, Then BDSM queen answers the call. Chains on her hips, cape torn in the fray, Hero by day — butcher by night, come what may. She laughs as the screams turn to echoes and sighs, A saint with a whip and a sinner with eyes That flicker from justice to exquisite pain — Slaughterhouse hero, again and again. NNN