Gaze at her reflecting scarlet silks as she glides in mystery.
Watch her damsel glow vindicate her shadowy internal misery.
Her smile radiates though it is the sign of a villainous hidden agenda,
Her voice mediates though it is the re-echo of her invidious propaganda
Watch her affairs swim in the womb of secrecy –
A tinted glass that hides her wounded legacy.
Her beauty shades, her lies hardened
For she is an angel – a ravened angel.