Scorched

Spreading wings of fervid fire,
A novel vehement desire;
Her obtuse attempts don't tire,
To retrieve truth in a liar.

For melting the splenetic ice,
She'll pay a haunting price;
Beholding many an occult vice,
Incised into plenty insidious pice.

Signifying iniquity's sharp infusion,
It leads to besotted delusion;
Her gullible persona in conclusion,
Morality merely a deceptive illusion. 

~Swathya