Those periwinkle eyes
Which used to remind us of the twilit skies
Tell us, now, of those perilous waters
On which natives travel, only to get slaughtered.
Those auburn curls
Which we loved to twist and twirl
Scorch us, now, like a blazing flame
Fiery, evil and untamed.
Everything about you has been stained
Maybe all your purity was feigned
You are a monster made by fate
Waiting to raze innocence, of late.
Wow. That felt good.