Ensnared in the whispers of the encage,
Laced by the insanity, bounded by shadows,
Engraved within her, reminisce still remains
Of echoing confusion, from olden days lost in rot.
Now the dark reins in supreme,
Her madness as the crown,
Her kingdom doused crimson red, laughter edged
In Death's fine touch, eyes reflect a devilish lustrous
As she walks with a gleeful grace,
Over a blood soaked ground,
Each step like a dance, over tiny unmoved corpses.
Her world a flame with just a flicker of a match,
Engulfed in Hell's glorious light, she bows out
With her merry delight, Satan's grin upon her lips
