Silver, spilling, silently slips forth from off thy tongue.
Infecting those around you, deceiving everyone.

Your words drip forward like poison, distorting all you claim.
Permeating deep inside the hearts who’ve known your name.

The endless stream of evilness that spouts from your cascade.
Proclaims the sly naivete on which your claims are made.

You turn the minds of those who trust, defile both young and old.
Weaving cloth of ill deceit adorned with worthless gold.

In one fell swoop you splay your friends with lines of sugared lace.
Never flinching from the mould on which your lies are based.

A scholared player worth her salt in deadly fabrication.
Matched with a lethal venomous wit, your trademark reputation.

A living Gorgon draped in white concealed behind chaste eyes.
A perfect front of innocence, a practiced, drilled disguise.

An unmatched Temptress swathed behind a pretense of goodwill.
Without a shred of clemency for the blood that you do spill.

No ray of light could dwell within your depths of depravation
No shaft of good could hope to bring your soul to flagellation.

But mark the words which henceforth flow and heed what here is written,
For upon you shall return an ill, tenfold of what you’ve given.