Beast

They were right about her,
all along,every time.
They claimed.
She hid well.
Well enough for her to last.
Last long enough
for the damage to be done.
She had a certain glint
in her eyes,
and a smirk. very unusual.
Even the constant allegations
were neglected.
She was playing her part
naive,talkative and intriguing.
She scripted the acts,
directed them accordingly
and sabotaged several
who confronted her territory.
She was greedy now,
for the taste of victory,
as every win tempted her more.
But,time came for loss.
Loss was not something
she knew of, it turned her mad,
wild like the hurricane.
She attempted,
to finish her story,
struggling to come out clean,
but in the tiring hassle
she ended up killing
her very own self.