And cold as the snows on a Winter waste,
Stainless ever in act and thought
A cruel tongue and a jealous mind.
(As a man, born dumb, in his speech errs not),
But she had malice toward her kind,
Void of pity and full of greed,
She judges the world by her narrow creed;
A brewer of quarrels, a breeder of hate,
Yet she holds the key to ‘Society’s’ gate.
The other woman with heart of flame,