The journey is ephemeral 
Although the years seem so long
The breeze, once calm, is feral
She has come to right the wrong

The probity, the chastity, the dreams
Disappeared into the night
Gone with the wind it seems
A silent retreat without a fight

A chill besieged her soul
But, she is not alone
Gyrating rapidly out of control
Hard and indifferent, like a stone

We are overcome by a great antithesis
Despite which, on her we must depend
Surely, she will deliver her nemesis
Justice and integrity she will defend

Between depravity and morality we vacillate
As the grandfather clock tic tocks
With demise she dares to osculate
It is you, the incubus she mocks

Fear her.  Alcestis - her nom de guerre
Feel the wrath of her mutiny
Into many faces of death she has stared
She - is the hope of restoring our society.