Sightless eyes,
A wordless toungue,
Ears that hear
no good or evil.
Hands that can only
ever do harm.
Feet that walk,
forever weaving.
A name, when spoken,
strikes fear in all.
A face, when seen,
is unbelieving.
A will, so driven,
empires fall!
Beauty of such
leaves others seething.
A mind, so sharp,
a blade, some would call.
A past so scarred
that you stop breathing.
Poise of such
that so many seem small.
To look upon her
is bereaving.