Dear Sister Hale of Mine
Pale glass face, red hungry eyes.
Empty and vacant of life.
Red luscious raised lips.
The beauty you are is graciously equipped.
Heels you wear, oh I hear them now.
The nice kitty that you are.
The thousand scars that I possess.
I know you're scared of me, dear sister Hale of mine.
Blonde hair flowing crystal clear.
Similar to me and past you can't conceal.
I love you my little sister.
"I'm older." You say.
"Actually no, young one your not." I say.
Not at all.