Once upon a time in a land far far away, lived a maiden beautiful as can be.
She was a princes, and would soon become a queen.
Oh, but no no, she was not nice. She was mean, evil wicked.
And all her kingdom trembled with fear. She had a never quenching thirst for blood, and malice. Bare of grace and life was she, never took pity on any one. And oh were her enemies’ fools. For she loved to pick their eyes out to eat and rip their intestines out, and of Corse she drank all the blood. Licking her lips, picking the bones clean…then she’d let out a chilling laugh.
Every princes has magic mirrors, and she did too
“mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the evilest of them all?”
“why you my fair maiden, there is no other like you”
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Added on: 14/01/2008 12:24:21
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