Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
The sick, twisted, sinister smiles,
Toxic gifts with strings attached.
Making plans to traumatize,
Dark deceit beneath their guise.
Thought she couldn’t read their minds,
And see the evil plans designed.
But she was sent to weigh their hearts,
And tear their depraved lives apart.
They spun their webs with practiced glee,
Masked in charm none dared to see.
But she, a Guardian, fierce and wise,
Saw through the veils and hollow lies.
Unshaken, she stood firm her ground,
A storm where none were safe or sound.
With eyes that pierced through masked deceit,
She turned their schemes to their defeat.
No mercy for the twisted game,
No shelter from the cleansing flame.
For justice walks where shadows lie,
And darkness meets a swift demise.
