She was a woman who understood the ways of men.
She knew the proper way to light a cigar.
She ruled with a firm leather gloved hand.
She cried at true beauty.
She wrote words on paper that could make you shiver.
She knew when enough was enough.
She was fearless in the face of intellect.
She had a tender heart behind her harshest barb.
She was loved by everyone who waited patiently to see behind the veil.
She knew she was part illuminati and part pagan.
I will love and miss her forever.
Rest In peace my Warrior Goddess.