She was pretty in appearance, and walked with utter grace,
and eventually she removed the mask, that vailed her horid face.

The sweetness that she spoke, was all an elaborate scam,

to plunder other worldly goods, it indeed was a masterful plan.

How I fell into the trap, quite by accedent indeed,
for ya see she was cunning, and hid it in her breed.

And now I know the role, of being the victim in pain,
I look around and wonder, how I got the burden of blaim.

The mask she wares is thick, and she hides it very well,
but hear these words and listen, with her you'r damned to HELL.


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chakros, in the year 127 MA.