Sally

Sally sold to slaughter
mental state of honor
pride be gone
stare of wrong
the thorns prick be poisonous

Hate and malice gave her
mind of bent and danger
good is gone
dark is won
sell your soul for victory

Last the name of sinner
play the streets a winner
roses die
families cry
hide the tears behind a mask

Nice and sweet she showed them
bowed to them and molded them
whispers cool
intentions cruel
spiders trap is laid for all

Shouts and calls of murder
sent her world a sunder
try she might
the blight of fight
roses red be fallen

Now she haunts and croons him
cries to him and sooths him
avenging hurt
bearing hate
karma shows it's mirror

Ghost of she divine
tells her story in rhythm
how he came
up to blame
a requiem of lost souls