She speaks of truth in her every lie
We saw a calumny in a wolf's cry
Her words had sprung a thousand wraith
Dragging herself to hell's scorching gate.

We watched her as she lifts the curse
A harbinger for what could be worse
The antagonist of a hundred episodes
Reached epiphany as her secret unfolds.

Like a canary in a lion's cage
Devoured soon by the teeth of rage
She chose silence over vindication
Such a piety of a lost religion.

A game she started but could not end
For what its worth, a life to expend
A boomerang of the Death's scythe
Kindred heads are all there is to writhe.

Your glorious days are gone with the wind
As Justice judged all those who sinned
Now you sit alone in that morbid chair
And a familiar scent shall fill the air.

Verily, you will bear the shame
And stain the sake of your clan's name
As our eyes watch in the shadows of the fray
To claim what was ours, a hunted prey.