|A belle with a heart like untouched snow,|
how easily it is spoiled.
Another destroyed all she had known,
and her life was there after soiled.
A mate and three beautiful eggs
were everything she held dear.
As everything she loved fell apart,
she could only stare in fear.
She snapped like a twig beneath a paw.
The three little eggs nestled together,
after the horrors that she saw,
were as meaningless as a molted feather.
In a blind rage, Thorn threw them to the wall,
and screamed and sobbed and cried.
They shattered and to the ground, they fall.
She had died a little inside.
Some say she is waiting for her chance at revenge,
to destroy what had made her insane.
The love and the life that has perished will be avenged,
for this strong hatred now runs in her veins.