Deadly then nightshade, more stunning then the sun
she stands alone, her gifts are hard not to know.
Many have falling for just one day with this woman who
Claims none for her own.
She can not help her self as she twist the men's souls, for
She is the meaning of sorrow.
Deadly then nightshade she'll seep in to your skin leaving
marks as her blades turn.
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