She sat among her sin
And flirted with her fear
She forgot her better judgement
And ignored the conscience she could not hear
She didn't have the little voice
That dictated right and wrong
She let demons possess her, heart and soul
While her shoulder Daimons sang no song
Blackmail was her favourite letter
Betrayal her favourite word
Her senses had taken permanent leave
And her spirit had been transferred
Suffering was her guileful joy
Her pleasure derived from pain
Merciless was she while inflicting grief
She took pride in the insane
Danger harboured no thoughts of worry
It rang no warning bell
No being could possibly surpass her evil
Hail the queen of hell