The Lady with the Red Pen

The lady with the red pen sat in silence. Every time she was hurt, she would write it down. She would never confront her enemies, she would never make a sound. She would just simply write it down. The ink in her pen was like a knife. Her words were lethal enough to take your life. Ignorance always fueled her hate, and she would just smile and let her pen choose your fate. She was cruel and cunning, devious and wise. Her innocent face concealed a thousand little lies. And though she smiled and played along. Inside her head she deemed what was wrong. And with her pen, she began to sin. She wrote words that destroyed the ethics of men. And with every word that she scribbled down, pain and depression would soon come around. The letters were a curse that she wrote so well. Almost as if it were a witches spell. Now she is gone, I do not know where. She is still dangerous, all should beware. For the damnation of all good men. Lies in the hands of the lady with the red pen.