Her lies are consistent
Her smile is hollow
But when she wears upon her head
Her crown of despair
You're in for a surprise
Because she twiddles her thumbs
And her dull eyes spark a resolution
To a plan she forms within her mind.

Her heart is kept
Frozen in time,
Out of reach
Far from those she may spite.

Her hands are cold
Her sneer is dreadful
But when she wears upon her shoulders
Her cloak of vengeance
You're in for a surprise
Because she taps her chin
And her fingers bounce with joy
Against the blade she wields beside your bed.