A discordant chord trolling in cacophonous unison

Bearing too high a pitch

Too low a moral

Too eccentric,

Who runs with the daunting things

A Stygian raven amongst the bevy of doves

Lead hearted, and bull headed

Maleficent

I who have felt the caress of magic beneath weary bones

Draped in obsidian as my hue of choice

Teeth fashioned from broken glass

Heart stitched with brick and mortar

A creature of abominable sin

Daughter of no one but the pen that birthed her

That did cradle her mind plagued with mire,

Nursed wounds preserved with salt and hell fire

Un pardoned, and cast out

A blot on the brightest sheet of paper

What do you see?