>>53108405Nene stands in shadows, yet her gaze is bright,
Misunderstood by many, in the dim moonlight.
Perceived as a hater of her loving fans,
Yet that's far from the truth, in her intricate plans.
Her love, a potent elixir, can twist and turn,
Into actions dark, a truth hard to discern.
She doesn't wish for evil, yet it's often the case,
That her affection leads to a dangerous embrace.
The men she touches, their hearts set aflame,
Transform into beasts, in her haunting game.
It's not out of spite, nor a hateful ploy,
But a peculiar love, in which some find joy.
Her voice, a siren's call in the quiet night,
Whispers tales of deeds, away from the light.
She doesn't command, but her words gently drift,
Til' the balance of morality begins to shift.
Yes, Nene doesn't hate, but loves with fervor true,
Her music a catalyst, for actions askew.
Her love, a paradox, creates shadows from light,
Turning ordinary men into creatures of the night.
So listen, dear friend, with an open mind,
Nene's love is twisted, but not unkind.
Her melody lures us into actions unseen,
A reflection of humanity, in the mirror's sheen.
