alone on a sidewalk
her legs are criss-crossed
sitting down on the pavement
her vacant eyes stare
with colours of magic all around her
in her secret chamber she waits
head bowed low, as if in prayer
hands clasped tight around her waist
the mirror is cracking
all seems fake, unreal
like a marching army
the crowd gathers around her
curiosity..curiosity...
a burning question all around
they can sense it too now
the moment is approaching
as she looks around
her last sight is a blur
the hunger gets to her
before the poison....
