Murderer Lady. Poem by Binod Bastola

She was a pretty lady,
Anyone could easily lost in her beauty. Every step was measured with the motive of murder care!
She hanged so many with the same name,
She played very carefully, cry tears of deadly!
Blood thirsty or sex was her first thirst. She was killer once done with her desire.
Smile and steal it was her weapon best.

She murdered so many guys. She trapped and torture so many lifes.
She was psycho, mentally sick. But she never freak untill and unless do her task.

She played all the dirty trick to pull the innocent freak.
After eating one she moved to another one.
The one she left, she left nothing. She ate all the thing.
Witch practice, voodoo master. She was perfect murderer mistery. Murderer of heart. She ate all the part.