Malice

Once there had been
and still which remains
A little girls beauty
and all of her pain

Bat her eyes once
controlling was she
Could make the cold shiver
bring hard men to knees

Truth always quiet
ugly and all knowing
With her all seeing eyes
she seen man with loathing

Bounded was she
she sat in her prison
Came man after man
who sought out her visions

"How shall I die?"
"How shall my crops fare?"
Every greedy truth spoken
Not one she could spare

Her best friend, a blind boy
Seen nothing but her
How they needed each other
so together they were

And all in her life was right!
Or so the ending should say
But the world had found her, brought back the pain
along with the truth that day

And on this day came
the truth she feared and came to hate
Her ultimate undoing
Her best friends grotesque fate

So scared for him was she
So pain stricken and confused
Forgetting not to speak the truth
With a sob she brought forth the news

Upon her sealing his end
He pointed his finger at her
and twisted her with a curse
to feel his pain forever

As he fell his skin boiled and bubbled
Soon after he expectantly died
She used his blood to fill a chalice
too angry and twisted to care
She drank it down until she was full
and decidedly named herself Malice