Beautiful Fire, she's called.
Has ever a name been so fitting?
Her dark loveliness hides an even darker heart.
And yet, when she smiles,
The entire world stops to stare.

Is her joy genuine?
Can one such as her truly be happy?
Or is it yet more camouflage,
A mask, hiding her true intentions?

I suppose, as they say,
Some things are not meant to be known.

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