Maladie Trahison, a delicate beast.
On every opportunity, she harvests souls for a feast.
Her eyes, deceptive,
Her mind, receptive.
She will walk like a damsel in distress,
only, in the future, to be your mistress.
She acts docile,
only to betray you after a while.
Her smile, bewitching and her eyes, doe.
You feel like betraying the who actually loves you,
for a plastic foe.
For those scared of Roses,
for the threat it poses;
Roses have thorns but Oleander is poisonous too,
it looks so pretty, it overshadows suspicious clues.
**NOTE: translate the name from french to english**
