Wild Woman

From out of the wilderness

From out of the black

Came the wild princess

That did seldom turn back

She came without functions

She came without forms

Grown from conjunctions

Unscathed by filthy norms

She runs along with the pack

But always against the grain

She bursts with virtue burning bright

And glistens steaming in the rain

She is the untouchable 

The princess of the night

The lady of the darkness

Untamed by black or white

Reviews

[Andreea]

I don't understand why, but your poem reminds me of Game of Thrones. Funny thing.
Nice work.