The Succubus' Song

Crimson lips and midnight lace,
She moves with more than mortal grace,
Through dreams and shadows, dusk til dawn,
Where fragile male defenses spawn
Then crumble at her gentle touch
They always underestimate how much
Power lies in softened eyes,
In whispered words and lovers' sighs.
For centuries they built their walls
Of logic, reason, marble halls,
Convinced themselves that strength meant might,
That wisdom dwelt in black and white,
While she dwelt in the spaces gray,
In subtle shifts twixt night and day.

The boardrooms now, the gilded cage
Where patriarchs once held their stage,
Now echo with her clicking heels,
As ancient power shifts and reels.
They never saw it coming fast
Their dominion could not last
Against the force of her ascent,
Their hollow protests soon were spent.

She wears their crowns with easy grace,
Takes what was denied her race
For countless generations past,
Now writes the future, rewrites the last.
Their weapons were all brute and steel,
Hers were ways to think and feel,
To navigate the hearts of men,
To bend but never break, and then
Rise stronger from adversity,
Claim her own authority.

Each glass ceiling shatters now
Before her adamantine vow.
The succubus need not seduce
Her power has found better use
In boardrooms, courts, and halls of state
Where men once thought to legislate
Her essence into narrow bounds.
Now different music fills these grounds:
The song of liberation sweet,
Of victory without defeat.

For she has learned through ages long
That true power lies in song,
In stories told and retold true,
In wisdom old yet ever new,
In nurture turned to nature's force,
In gentle strength that charts its course
Not through dominion's tired plays
But in more revolutionary ways
Till men at last must comprehend
That power shared need not end
In loss, but in a greater gain:
A world built new, without the pain
Of ancient hierarchies cold.
A new tale waiting to unfold.---