She struts into rooms as if she owns them,
sits on a pedestal and orders her
servants to fan her petite yet wicked frame.

Nagging and whining until her vocals strain,
shameful smiles secrete her sarcastic tone.
Illuminating yet purposeless smirks that scream pain and pity.

She hides behind costly clothes and artificial crowns
forming the illusion that she is content.
But behind this exterior lives a revolting wretch.
A savage who initiates irritation.

Imagine It in Its lair,
no longer a feminine flower,
It rips out hearts with oven mit hands
and shreds them to pieces with sharpened fangs.

The merciless monster stomps on everyone in Its path.
Poisoning peers with venomous beauty.

Then It exits Its sanctuary and plasters on Its face.
Glowing green eyes, rosy red cheeks, and that warm welcoming smile.
Filling men with lust, It giggles and flirts.

What is she?

A Beauty or a Beast?