a ******,
she have set her own room
isolated and dark
that even one person
could not afford to enter

she's gloomy as the weather
but wicked you've reached your limit on her
if you hear her talk
you'd be so anxious
and a little stark you'd be curious

why is she always like that?
giving her glimpse somewhat
she is complicated among all
swearing to all gods
you would not like her

but,
along the days traveled
she is everything you could ask for
genuine bliss felt with her
though she is rare as ever and into
deep down her nerves, she is
sweet but a pyscho