My Lady is Rusted

Hold onto

The strings

And the yarn

I found the

French gifted

US an idol

Of isis with diadems

From Diana Lucifera

The moonlight and stars

She carries a torch

In her right hand

Like the Roman coin

Apollo republic

That’s why she kinda

Looks like a man

And wears a diadem

Tied back like

A sign it’s a god of ours

There’s no cause

Or wisdom

Lady Liberty is under water

I dream about it

The Day After Tomorrow

Frozen torch with ice

Like a needed demon

Sucking from the life

Liberty is a seven seas

Tied around this

Green rusted dream

Of what it means