My Favorite Villian
Slumbering in my cocoon.
Metamorphosis.
A lovely butterfly is not what I transform into.
Something dark.
Nefarious, yet beguiling.
Poisonous and with the thirst for blood.
The age of sweetness perceived as weakness, has ceased.
Not revenge seeking
or playing the pathetic part of the victim.
No prisoners taken.
The banner I wave decorated with
the blood of those who dare
to challenge me.
No prisoners taken.
The banner I wave decorated with
the blood of those who dare
to challenge me.
I've become my favorite villian.
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