Distant Traces of Beauty: Dahlia Hawthorne
Silly little Feenie
You've fallen prey
To my trap,
To my snare of innocent beauty.
Remember how sweet
And beautiful
I pretend to be?
Yet behind my innocent smile
I plot your death.
That Fey woman
Will perish
Because of what she did to me.
I may be dead
But I will live.
I will be strong,
Working with my
Fool of a sister.
Inside, I feel
No remorse
For my actions.
I was born to live
A life
Stained with the blood
Of my victims.
My sweet face
Easily wins your trust,
But inside
I am a raw soul,
Tainted by the shadows
Of my past.
There is beauty in hell,
Because I'm waiting for you there.