She smiled and curtsied,
eyes bright, cheeks flushed.
Perfect manners, gentle voiced,
well-dressed, hair brushed.

Pretty Princess,
Little Girl,
Everyone's Favourite,
Lovely Pearl.

She loved the ruse,
the games and the lies,
She was Death's muse,
felled mortals like flies.

This pretty princess held hate in her heart
Her soul dark and twisted,
Her past tore her apart.

This little girl had a promise she'd keep,
she would not rest
Till the last one was reaped