Her Waterloo

 Her Waterloo


The wall always trembled and shook
Because of the heartless things you do
The power you have in your hook, are all  void but crook.

The young men bowed in utmost shame and downcast.
Cause you've succeeded in another game and fed yet another, breakfast!

Eating and plundering all the naive suitors.
And when they ask you, your answer is no.
"How'd you expect me to marry you, with your status so low?"

You bodyshamed maiden who tried to stay true
All because they deceased from the evils you do .

They were all shamed by you caused they resolved to be loyal,
Your jealousy and envy only resulted in betrayal.

Now many years of your atrocities have passed
All your mocked and jeered are with their families at last.

Is it fourty eight you'll be turning this soon?
Or it's fifty you'll be clocking by tomorrow noon.

  All devast evils you planned in your youth,
Have only bore and bred and caught up with you

 The pain you enjoyed seeing in people's eyes have all turned yours.
You've met your Waterloo, maiden.
It's your turn to cross.