She\'s a shape-shifting thespian,
A ravishing role player.
She fake laughs and fake sobs
The demon, demon-slayer.
She\'s a camouflaged catastrophe
Some unguarded flair;
A general\'s chilling war cry,
His widow\'s futile prayer.
Her love cradles a toddler,
Her fingers caress his hair;
Then drapes his soul on lifeless pyre
With a shroud of despair!