The sweet lady dips
her sweetened honeycomb
into the hearts of unwary folk,
to plant the seeds of wildfires.
Laughing as they blossom,
crying as they will one day wither.
She knows her job; she does it well,
Lady Revenge has writ an unsung spell.
It will dance into the ears of men
and whisper merciless tidings.
There are stories to be written,
and stories to be heard.
The stories of the lady are
always a whispering double-edged sword.
Beware the Lady Revenge,
and her honey-sweet spell,
for some things are right and
some things are unwell,
and sometimes it is hard to tell…