Shadows hold those secrets fast
In the bosom of their darkest depths
The silent warning echoes in the black night
The pall falls hiding the sinful crests.
The syncretic moments of memories past,
On the screen run wild of her guilty head
That shrewd, calculating gaze
Sees more than with what anyone would fret.
The psychotic urges of her blotched soul cast
On the tranquil tracks she needs to tread
Beware, little wanderer!
This is a warning you must heed.
Perusal of that twisted wilderness will last
For more than you are ready at best
She’s like a snake with a forked tongue
Poisons the minds, and skin she sheds.