She craved for agony and misery.
Her life was veiled in mystery.
She had not one personality,
but multiple, each with its own individuality.
Obsessed with the plague of despair,
she designed a sadistic killer bear
and forced everybody to play her murder game
where they had to pick someone to blame.
She played by her rules
and smiled joyously at her tools/ and laughed at those she called fools.
When she met sudden defeat,
she did not retreat
then when the time came,
in a thrilled manner, she took aim
at the button that would claim her life.
With a smile and without strife
her crown still on her head
the gates fell, and there the puppetmaster lay dead.
But in a secret place
it stood up with a smirk on its face.
Her killer bear had survived
its purpose revived
with a new recipe for disaster
it declared proudly "I am the headmaster!"