Two faces she wears, one that tries to decieve..
Two faces, one of the little dainty helpless victim
Other she uses to backstab all those near..
Helpless she is not.. Stupidity rises in all cases..
In the end she cries, begs, and hides..
In the end she will fall..

In the end she will cower as she always has..
Death isn't a pretty sight..And death is all she will find.

Lady Zephy Duses

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Variach, in the year 92 MA.