She walked along the dark-lit path
The hatchet gripped tightly in her hand
Face fixed looking straight ahead
Into the dark abyss she scanned
Nobody would have any hope,
To run, to flee or to scream
She smiled slightly at the thought
Her cold dark eyes did gleam
She was a terror, indeed she was
Her heart as cold as ice
Feared by everyone around
In this town, she rolled the dice
But how did she get to be this way?
This seemingly innocent child
She was a conflicted and tortured soul
No longer sweet and mild
She had nothing to lose, and everything to gain
Her feelings were gone, she felt no pain
Senses for right and wrong were definitely shattered
Seeking revenge for being bruised and battered
Continuing along the road, her face grim
Seeking for her next victim
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