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Trekking with ghastly, bloody feet she came,
The most unshapely monster known to fame.
Within her hand, the dagger reeking red.
Her bloodshot eyes, delirious, having fed
Upon the sickening sight of her own deed--
That whie, limp body that her hate and greed
Would not let live, and could not more endure
As someone's love, and her lost paramour.
The substance of her trade--soft, yielding flesh--
Bartered for yellow gold--lust's hellish mesh--
A thing to rot, and breed corruption's stench,
While she, who did her murderous thirst thus quench,
Hides from the world, yet nowhere can escape
Remorse, wild-eyed, that ever takes new shape!