Animosity conspires within her belly,
Her reactions fast, lightening sparks.
She stalks through corridors and hallways,
Blood boiling, melting inner warmth of heart.
No one speak of what’s right or the truth.
The bottom line — what is right or true,
Meant nothing when they used her.
And the fire flits through her system,
She’s wants to burn the world down,
What made a gentle song bird, claw back viciously?
The wrath of Maleficante, innocence stolen.
Now, the swagger of her hips,
Is a femme fatele arising,
Wingspan of dragon, breathing flames of fire.
Beating down the masses, burning pyres,
Magnificent rage multiplying.
Try to stop her, it’s in her being now.
Her heart is blazing flare of woe.
Be watchful and be wary,
Someone, something, hurt her fiendishly —
A soft woman breaks most brutally,
When her inner demons burn in wrath.
She’s diligent and mean — so lost,
All her love sprung and fled.
Appears as if she should be wimpering,
But when she talks her words scorch.
Heavy smoke will make you cough and choke,
It’s a dense whirling mass,
That sends ruthless cowards to their knees.
Before fire can blister and raze you,
The smoke will leave you dying,
No breath of life in her has forgiven.
Don’t hurt a soft smart woman,
She’s most dangerous;
Because when her dams break open,
All hell leaks forth.
Demon woman, betting on retribution,
No absolution, no temperance,
They’ve flown away, murdered by spite.
A reckless beauty in pink, with pearls,
Diamonds changed for rubies, tinder red glare.
Her price for life is costly,
Sparked by a wreckless cause,
Anger building, layer open layer molds.
She’s become the wretched clouds,
Above the Valcono seething.
And sulphuric rain’s in her power,
No water to save and cool you,
From a dragons lair or breathe of flame.
Another way to die —
Like she dies inside, daily,
Consumed by all her hatred;
Marked by vengeful ire.
She’s become her indignation,
She’s fury and resentment.
A witches pot brewing,
Antagonism, tears, and vexation.
She will set afire and raze her foe.
Dangerous and furious words,
Melting magma from stones.
She burns inside, and all that’s left —
Ashes killing, if exhaled.
Dust she compresses, from the barren world,
Her flame, herself broken once too often.
Wretched soft woman,
Destroying the world and herself.
That’s why kind gentle women,
Should never be screwed with,
Once destroyed —
They bring the world down with them.
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