by Nick Gisburne
Her eyes are slow and sober, cold and grey
She scans the sterile prison with her mind
The passions from her past are locked away
No memory, no life, is left to find
She closes from the world her true intent
No drug, no clever cure, can breach this wall
They think her hatred lost, her anger spent
Within, she builds a blaze to burn them all
She waits, for time will incubate her lies
It comes, the day when she must be released
And when they see the fury fill her eyes
Their blood will feed the hunger of the beast
The devil, locked within, will not break free
Until her evil offers it the key
