She came to me once,
in a dream and I knew
her heart was black

Mass and pretending
mattered not;
I saw her, layers
peeled back

The evil oozed from her
being and her face held
a mocking grin

Her eyes focused
on the lame and weak
and her words cut,
time and again

Browbeating was
second nature
to this ice queen's
cold, dark heart

She sank souls
like quicksand
and ripped
worlds apart...