The trap is laid,
Her plans are made,
She lures him into her net.
A twisted mind,
Her evil refined,
A lesson he'll never forget.
How she got here,
A dark puppeteer,
Lays hidden in a past.
She's found a use,
For the years of abuse,
The die since then had been cast.
A beauty queen,
At just thirteen,
How different life could have turned out.
But now she's here,
As the time draws near,
There's no room in her soul for doubt.
She lures him in,
Her final victim,
And swiftly the deed is done.
She kisses the blade,
In which a courtship was made,
She's had her final retribution.
She allows a tear,
As her time grows near,
And thinks of events that drove her.
The knife plunges deep,
She holds back a weep,
And smiles that her torment is over.
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