Femme Fatale Poem by Miss Missy

She's a stolen jewel from the hidden crown.
Who use to walk in her worn heels in the dusty town.
Lost but never forgotten.
We consider her a legend.
Deemed an icon for the world to see.
She holds a curse with rich history.
We used her and abused her.
She was such a precious and fragile thing.
Shining a hundred times brighter than anyone has ever seen.
A walking piece of art she was.
Her image her sound her face still haunts us to this day.
She's a mystery that has been solved.
By the creator……
Who slowly took her last breath by killing the demon inside of her, whom was killing her fragile soul.
Now she lays still and cold.