[ A little girl, she sat ]

A little girl, she sat
she watched
the world grow and die
each day.

She watched until her
eyes
nigh on
bled,
and only then
would rest.

Her smile was for
no one.
Her life, she felt,
was wrong.
And she said these things
within auditory distance of
Satan's own Faery.

Pining for a life of riches -
Luxury she craved.
The small girl of no royal nature,
each day to Satan prayed.

(She tried with God with no response,
And gave up rather quick.
A right old shame, I think, as
she could have turned out great)

Within a week of deep
self pity,
Psynm came to play.

She'd had enough of hearing
this chick's misperceptions
every day.

And so the faery came to her,
and promised to give her this:
If this girl sold her soul, well
she would get the devil's kiss
(in other terms, a wish).

She took the deal and wished for
riches, a husband, love and joy.
She lived her life cotentedly and raised
three girls, one boy.

The story goes quite blurry here,
But I know what went on.
The girl agreed, the faery lied,
And stole her soul straight from
her.

The fairy ripped the soul to shreds,
for thousands of years.
This all occurred in October's final day...

It was fun to kill her so slow...