Amanda Anne

Poison drips from her lips
The Ruby red petals of a temptress
She stole a siren’s voice box
Amidst a stormy tempest
Then plucked her eyes out from her head
And set the sockets with sapphires instead

She sold her home to Rumpelstiltskin
So he’d weave her golden hair
And she’s never in the sunlight
Lest her skin appear less fair
At her sides she’ll slowly snip
Until there are no more love-handles left to grip

And she only has but one expression
She had the best dollmaker paint it on
The vague imitation of a smile
Any other faces are long gone
She won’t walk lest petals are strewn beneath her feet
The scent unfortunately is more sickly than is sweet

The girl she used to be so beautiful
A maiden young and free
But beneath this pretty shell
There is little left to see