She was pure poison
Striking at what she wanted most
and pushing away those
who got in the way.
She wanted something odd,
maybe to make herself seem more full:
She wanted something that meant everything to her opponents
but nothing to her-
She would never stop
She had no mercy on any level
She was like a demon; in fact the devil
But compared to her, the devil has heart.
But you see, she had
a great strategy to hide her hate
Her venomous words spewing out;
\She was an expert at her own spell.
I knew her game,
for every one of her prey did.
But the more she played with me,
the better I got.
So I challenged her demonic game,
running around her like a carousel,
wrapping her in her own lies and schemes
and unwrapping what she so gracefully choked.
But her deceitfulness was always winning
no matter how tight I wrapped her.
I had no choice
but to let her win.
She had won
and I had lost.
But what was ther for her to win?
More hatred, at its finest.