Soft brown hair and sorrel eyes,
Silken dress, and heels like skies.
Something different, between red lips,
A different weight around those hips.
Demon girl, and when she smiles,
She bares her fangs - no more whiles.
Needle-sharp and ugly fangs,
A different hunger comes in pangs.
A list for flesh - not good for you,
Of those who meet, survivors: few.
Distorted girl, no longer queen,
That once held beauty, now a dream.
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