Death Is She

The town of Happy Hallow held a hostage by her life
Prisoner of hell, a young girl seized a knife
In her hand it shined unmerciful and cold
Strangers to its pain, to them a story’s told.

Sleek its stainless blade like compass points the way
A reflection of her eyes were enough to make her slay
This blood thirsty rage made a killer out of her.
Passion and desire fueled the murderer.

A real lovely place, this Happy Hallow town.
Driven by beliefs that all came crashing down.
The girl who is charged with Happy Hallow’s doom
Now rests forsaken, lonely in her tomb.

The girl was never young, she had to grow alone
Her mother interred in the ground, nothing left but a stone
Never was she loved, no one even knows her name
But once she made her mark, they never were the same.

Yes! believe the rumors. Most likely they are true
Don’t ignore that gut feeling deep inside of you.
When she’s here you can sense it, make no mistake
Though no longer living, your life she still can take.