She paces from her ledge,
A murderous cat on the prowl.
The goddess's gaze, once human,
A murderous slit of pupil.
Her hands, once soft with youth,
Tainted with the blood of recent murder.
Her angelic voice,
Hisses with malicious intent.
Will she lure you to her trap?
Is that sirens song draped longingly in your ear?
Who is this accursed beast?
Who's gaze no unclean woman can meet?
The answer, my dear...
Is in your reflection.
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