The Genesis of Nemesis

She came into this world wrapped carefully in a cocoon,

Was cared for by tender eyes, brought up by Nature in tune..

They raised her with grace and warmth, she came to love her world;

For neither envy nor vice she knew, as with her happily time hurled!

Alas! Came the usual twist >Why's there a tragedy in every tale? :( <

The tables turned, the outlines swirled, a new world unveiled..

Once all were friends, now with foes she'd have to fight;

Once there were hues, now her world was black and white!

She was now the queen, in complete command of her fate

>Or so they say<, for there was hardly a true mate..

No room here, for innocence, purity, or blind faith;

Evil wore a kindly mask; There were many a living wraith!

As she would command each bishop, rook and knight,

There was none she could trust to aid her in her fight..

Alone and helpless, she looked on in turmoil

For in every single war her own men beguiled!

Twas with her no more, that life she missed!

The life she'd loved! The life she'd lived!

She had suffered enough, enough did she tolerate

She'd no longer remain a manipulated bait!

She'd stoop to their level, her miseries she'd avenge,

And thus were planted within her the seeds of revenge..

Of revenge, of hate, while Satan himself

Constricted her love to serve only the self!

Her adversaries now paid for every single tear

There was no going back to paradise from here..

The war turned brutal, and she all the more

She fought till she had equalled the score!

The more she conquered, the more she rose:

She'd risen alone, alone would her life close..

Her time was up, she had grown old,

But her soul was soiled, to Satan it was sold!