Amidst the serene

The modern sleek world

Arose a demon

Or was she a Queen?

She stampeded about

Death in her wake

More dangerous than Midas' touch

Deadlier than Medusa's stare.

Underestimate her not

For we never know

She may creep up to you

Slowly, steadily, today or tomorrow

Merciless, oh yes, she is

Unforgiving as any

She spares no one

Whether one be pauper or wealthy.

But, do we think right?

Is she a curse at all?

For she leaves back a better world

Deprived of evil, oh so natural

So the question does arrive

On who is who

Are we the demons?

And she a vengeful Queen?