There is a girl called sorrow,
who has a long plait,
she uses as her make shift noose,
she will come for you in the night,
Blazing blood red eyes,
with her target in sight,
she runs her claw like nails,
done your spine,
to make you bleed,
for her new fresh wine,
she clicks her fingers and sparks araise,
and you can just see the blood lust,
waiting to be unlocked in side,
she sets you aflame,
and as you scream and shout,
she will just laugh,
and cry "THATS ENOUGH!"
the flames die down,
and she walks over to you,
as you quiver and shiver,
with a mind of doubt,
she stands over you,
and starts to look down,
and pulls out her blade,
a long silver rapier,
freshly sharpened and ready to strike,
she holds it up into the sky and See's the moon reflection,
and smiles to her self with the feeling of the power of might,
she looks back down,
and with a fast spin around she plunges her sword into the ground,
all the can hear last of the victims cry,
is why me oh why oh why!
as she walks away and can hear the sirens now
of the police hot on her step,
as she fades into the background,
she drags her faithful sword,
leaving a trail of blood,
and jumps into the silhouette of the moon
and shouts out to the town as she flys,
see you soon!
as her laugh echos through the night,
she is once again,
out of heavens sight
