Cloaked
Cloaked
Strolling the floors
as if it were your birthright.
Your eyes the heaven-sent wish of the damned.
Your sculpted lips sneering coldly
at those not sharing your esteemed fate.
The perfection of your form,
truly the creation of angels.
This deceitful beauty
harbors an innate evil...
For through your veins
courses only acid.
Wickedness and lies,
forming your heart of malice.
Pain and desolation,
the only gifts wrought from your fingertips,
and crushing hatred
is borne from your silver tongue.
This all well-learned
by the trembling form in the corner...
Her green eyes staring resignedly
knowing her suffering begins anew.
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