The Countess of The Sheep
Makes her subjects crawl to her knees,
And threatens those who go against her words,
Minions remain silent like pearls.
Bound by poisoned decrees
Her subjects mimic her venomous pleas.
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She stalks the school halls,
A Queen who spits her hollow calls
Sharp words and predator eyes,
Puppet's linger, truth is denied.
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Holy words are now a noose,
Binding her victims astute.
Vain lies are now cursed chains,
And spread like fire
All due to an energy vampire.
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Her name echoes the halls,
Her posse struts, the silence falls.
Other children choke and feel the dread,
"The Countess" rules their heads.
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Her rules shall crack and fall,
Like a cursed mirror
Reflecting a masquerade ball,
She cannot see the truth at all
Countess of the Sheep — beware,
You're the next lamb, snared!
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Noah's Ark holds my meat,
I love feasting on the sheep!
Countess, you're my next weakling,
You will make this hunt easy!
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Bleached hair and foundation so thick,
They hide her shallow tricks,
And paint her skin.
Butterfly lashes lead her follows, forlorn,
Masquerade masks shine bright, hiding the midnight scorn.
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The Sheep Keep now prepares a masquerade ball!
Those she touches are never whole.
Puppets dance at her command,
Now, they will waltz at my demand.
Their invitation has been cast,
Where prejudice consumes at last.
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Midnight strikes, her phone runs dry
Gossip fumes her night,
as her smile is a lie.
The lights collapse, the ravens peck,
Their beaks against the dirty glass,
They crack glass, the house grows black.
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She runs — hallways stretch in fear,
She faces the mirror: truth is near.
Her face changes,
Vanity drips from her face:
Rotting flesh and blackened days.
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She screams and prays,
Begs that she isn't taken away.
No more lies. No more deceit,
Her arrogance can no longer be mean.
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Her porcelain skin begins to ache,
Her vanity has ruined her face.
The mask falls, sharp as glass,
it cracks, it cuts, it will not pass,
It has stabbed her in the back.
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She has failed the game,
Her beauty decays and fades,
Vanity drips red in rotting shades.
Her pride betrayed, her secrets flayed.
Welcome to The Keep,
Countess of The Sheep!