She was the eye to the king,
The star to the moon,
Her existence a proof of God's creativity and her smile, that of his love.
Adored by her suitor she was an icon not to be reckon with,
But she was the embodiment of yin and yang, good and bad, pure and evil,
For her heart dark as the abyss,
Her intent that of hades..
If you looked closely ,
You'd swear in her eyes you saw a monster,
If you listened carefully,
You'd hear faintly her victims cry for freedom, their suffering, their devastation, their..
For she's an angel but within her lies pain, true_ pain.
She's everything she's not
And if it wasn't for that enticing, soul trapping laughter of hers maybe you would have heard the sounds of bitter cries from souls killed and trapped by the beautifully deadly sounds from her sword-like tongue.
God must have thought of calm waters when he created her voice
It's so mellow and soul caressing.
Just the perfect distraction from the fact that still waters run deep.
All you see when you look is an angel but when your eyes are closed and the ears of your reasoning are open, you could have sworn that you heard the voice of caution reminding you that " THE DEVIL WAS ONCE AN ANGEL".
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