Her black wings
creating shadows
over the already
darkest night ever
seen before.
Her singing so
atrociously, sadly true
its admired by all those who hear it.
Her beloved yet hated presence healing all those harmed by her previously.
Yet her soothing touch
tenderly poisons all those
around her as of now.
Her disgrace is beloved
by those now considered
insane and living in the asylums happily.
Insanity for her is the sweetest pleasure ever felt by the ill-minded.