Hazel eyes stop you dead
Thinking warmth
ice radiates instead
She wears God around her neck
prayers to him of vain death
Flowing hair does mesmerize
Attempting to warm the chill inside
Those eyes though have met their mark
where once softness and laughter lurked
Now they look upon you with malice
a gaze you want to escape
Yet still willingly drink from her chalice
Knowing with each hard swallow
She'll bring down the rabbit hole
*Where you will gladly follow