Hela
In velvet gown she walked along the shores of fire
Celtic beauty, scent and prowess she possess;
A face spirits do admire
And heartless souls do caress.
In her lips no flowery words exist,
In her heart only loneliness and revenge,
Her breath, a deadly mist
A beauty, no goodness even a tinge.
Deception to her is named
For beneath the beauty is a savage beast,
Beast is beauty, never tamed
Beast is death; beauty death kissed.
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