The Hellion Becometh

A monster created,
From the devastation,
A demon jaded,
Left in hesitation.

I wonder if you value,
This monstrosity you created,
Her beauty you replaced,
With a being so mutilated.

No good words she speaketh,
There's nothing good to say,
No smiles to offer anyone,
It's the horrid price she paid.

She made a evil bargain,
The devil took her soul,
For a lie of happy endings,
That in turn left her not whole.

She's crude without conscious,
Guilt she does not feel,
She'd hurt a soul without regret,
And a vengeance that's unreal.

With one penetrating stare,
She can take you down,
Better to be dead,
Than have her around.

She glares at happy people,
With a jaundiced eye,
They hex her away in fear,
As the atmosphere intensifies.

A black aura surrounds her,
Her touch turns things to dust,
Flowers wilt and animals cringe,
Gold and silver turn to rust.

Lost to her past friends,
She ran them all away,
Shunned by her whole family,
Glad she roamed astray.

It's all because of you,
That her world is dark and dull,
She lives in a demonic world,
Within an empty hull.

It's all because of you,
That she makes everyone run,
It's all because of you,
This hellion I've become.