Create Terror Out Of Love

Look! Look! Look! Brown, hazelnut eyes Shutter and shift accordingly As long, unorthodox lashes brush away dust mites Teeth yellow growing green Tongue hairier than the green goblin's spleen A visionary leader at stake Where her heart used to be Fruit bats and wolves as underlings Willing to undertake any pernicious undertaking Fingers wavy and rubber like in light Amidst evening fingers transfigure into stool pigeons Flapping on behalf of their unruly religion Smile, smiling with sharp fangs One, two, three counts for every missed bang Hairline disruptive, Wrinkles make her face livid So where is the love hidden in this beautiful terror?