She's grey,
neither black nor white.
But tends to embrace darkness,
when people think in her there's light.
Deep down no one knows,
see her only during daylight.
But little do they know what happens during the night,
bet they wouldn't have seen such a sight.
An angel transforming to a devil,
Insane, maniac, giving quite a fright.
Who knew that sweet little one was such a serpent deep down?
Who knew she was contagious for mankind?Healer at the day, murderer during the night.
Kind during the day, ruthless at night.
Innocence flashing back when sun rays first touch the ground,
masking away the danger in her eyes, so that people would give her their plights.
That's what she wants, power, power and power.
For that, would go to an extent of being a delicate flower,
just to get what she wants,
Power, power and power.Yet forever her true traits would be known to none,
She'll always remain an angel to everyone else,
but she knows all the way she is no angel,
A bad angel.
She knows she is a devil,
A good devil.
One day she'll make the world all her's,
And you'd never realise it.
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