They hide behind cruel disguises
misery through fake smiles
faces that show a million nights
and poisoned vials.
The bitter fruit of illusions
beauty turned to ashes
in the eyes of dark hate
and lies beneath a kiss.
She is crafy as a witch with potion
steer clear of tricks
she infects others to unhappiness
not wanting a happy mix.
Do not follow spinning mazes
shades of confusion there
sure to ruin the sky lark
as she is within.