A collection of poetry, grim and dark

Have you ever met the two faced mare?
One face is kind, the other is sadistic.
Her demeanor is pleasant, but her mind is twisted
The corpses count to a gruesome statistic
anger her not, lest your name also be listed

A gentle mask hides her inner beast
Every day she plays the part of a gentle soul,
but every nights she hosts a ghoulish feast
of flesh of her victims, served in a bowl
spiced with salt, pepper, garlic, and yeast

Few know the dark secret that she keeps
and fewer live long after finding out
they often die in their sleep
and those live are rarely seen up and about
instead they lead lives of sorrow, pain, and despair.