Vanshikaa

Beauty

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!