They say she was born pretty,

And she was raised, bold and mighty.

Beautiful she is, with a reddish-brown skin,

Who at first, could never kill, anyone from our beloved kin.

Infused with courage, she went on a rampage.

Sending each and everyone to their Maker, sparing not even a sage.

The cold massacre is on, to this very lovely day,

And hoping for Heavens, in a six feet ditch, we all finally lay.

In this world where wars are so prevalent,

Her seductive call is so cold and militant.

She roams the battlefield singing the sweetest ever lullaby,

And the wounded part with their bodies so easily, without even a goodbye.

The dark beauty laughs with mirth,

At the petty obsessions i live with.

For one day I am sure to be her prey,

No matter how hard, I happen to pray.