she was misfortune, she was disgrace
everything she touches
falls out of place
she was disaster, she was demise
all that she meets
wails and cries
she was a monster, she was a beast
her doom meant
the world would feast
she was a failure, she was despair
dark are the days when
her smile's there
she was wicked, she was devious
for she had fooled
an innocent man
devoid of the truth—he was consumed by lies
and defended the lady
until
the days were all nights
now she, the mistake, gone for good;
finally felt she did something good
