Lorelai's ruby lips smiled like blood on snow

Lorelai's favourite targets were timid and slow

She had a marvelous time befriending her soon-to-be toys

She delighted in wearing a mask of manners and poise

Hiding her murderous rage oh so well

A crab luring desperate clams in a jeweled shell

Freeing herself once they invited her back for an unfortunate dinner

A silver dagger out and for the hundredth time, named herself a sinner

Her scrubs would have put an experienced handmaiden to shame

 Washing red off the gowns and continuing with the same

Lorelai, even after years, never had her fill

Lorelai always had ten more to kill.

-Grisha. S