The mirror mimicks the sadness in her eyes but the emptiness clouds the pain in a cloak of devilish rage while she cleanses the crimson from her face and washes away her victims agony.Her trembling fingers reach for the bloodstained blade while her tongue slithers across the silver to taste wated memories in which made her a monstrous destruction. No man shall ever hold her stony heart because its buried beneath the chains of betrayal that bind her to her sinful seduction. She smiles wide and wicked awaiting the next in her path of hatred for the forsaken forgers of forbidden passion. Never did she forget the man who marked her eternally when he cut her deeper and deeper until her soul screamed for mercy only to die with the last blow of hells storm of sardonic consumption. Her pity became a spell of the need to sate the desire for revenge. The hood of black concealing the scars marring her ivory skin in the sweet remembrance. He fought a losing battle as she moves forward a punisher. The angels weep for her wings were ripped away when he sang her to doomsday. Now every night when the moon is right another will trigger her angry heart.Burning them.Murdering her way to sanity