Something my brother and I came up with one Halloween night.
She hadn't love, not because she never had,
but because she couldn't.
Destined to live a life of sorrow and tragedy
Destined to ruin all signs of joy and hope.
What chances did she have? All that meet her hope to forget her and all that forget her is
No one.
A girl once full of dreams and pontiental,
To a woman you pray you shall never see.
Little did you know,
That this woman was once like you.
Like you she laughed
Like you she cried
And like you she died.
It was after her life,
That she grew full of regret,
Full of hatred,
Full of threat.
She took her dagger and to all who has dared,
She visits them,
A visit that will soon be your last.
You wake up,
And she stands at your bed.
Dare to move and she will
Cut off your head.
