"come little children i'll take thee away into a land of enchantment come litle the times come to play here in my garden of shadows"
sings a figure walking in the town,she had long Black hair,and pale wihte skin,and a long whit dress,her strides so eligent that it seems like shes flying on the ground
"follow sweet children i'll show thee the way,
through all the pain and sorrow weep not poor children for life is this way murdering beauty and passions"
A small little girl with brown hair peeks out her window,and sees this person,the sound so sweet hopeing to here more she runs to the door of her house,opens it,and runs twoards the person bfore she left
"hush now dear children,
it must be this way,
to weary of life and deception rest now my children for soon we'll away,into the calm and the quiet"
it sang as she passed another house,this time tree little boys,and 1 girl all came outof there houses,all no older then 6,as they too,began to follow her
"come little children i'll take the away into a land of enchantment,
come little children,the times come to play,here in my garden of shadows"
the figure finishes as the 5 children gathered around her,she smiled as her pirly whites gleamened in the dakness,suddenly purple smoke appered surronding the children,and once it left the only thing left was a burn mark of a moon and heart.