Talk:Hama/@comment-24.170.161.226-20110126205518

And then in the dark with the moon oh-so-bright, As the rats are a' wondering who has taken control, She twists her hands and using her might, The rat is dead before it reaches its hole.

Her smile is wicked, She can now have revenge, With this act so horrid, She can now bloodbend.

The months carry on, She perfects her form, But her heart from thereon Begins to deform.

It made her a sadist, With all else locked away. This heart seems the bravest, She made it that way.

Revenge and her power, These thoughts run her head, And by the light hour, Inside she is dead.