In Principio

Who may stop her?

Love:
She who yields both bandage and burden.
She who slayeth with mighty sword and feral rage.
She whom none may leave victimless, yet it is also She
who heals.

If love be it, the most intricate and powerful force in the world, who may possibly stop her?

Death?
Ah yes the barren, desolate and most apprehended fate of all.
Perhaps-- but only out of inevitability, although I dare say its retaliation is no less fearsome than the rath of She.

Logic?
When mind says one yet body says another, and thoughts are torn in to two.
Plausible--but what is consiousness when injected with provocaine, when body feels one thing yet mind knows it not to be true, sees it not to be true yet complies? The unpredicatability and unreliability of who may be the wiser remains unsolved.

You may think you fear Her, but in actuality you do not. You fear them, the unknown forces that insurge against Her, because losing control means darkness, means not seeing, means fumbling blindly under the vast ocean for nonexistent light.