There is a girl in a dark, dark town

by candelight

You can't get rid of me that easily! Very short poem.

A poem of Making Fiends

Read the title, ladies and gentlemen.

There is a girl in a dark, dark town.

At least, that is how it appears behind the scenes.

Where the air has quite a chill.

Idiotically happy, this girl prances amongst the annoyed fiends,

Flying kites on the browning hills.

This is Charlotte, always full of great glee and cheer.

A girl who would rather make friends-with happy hearts of pink and red.

And, there, in this dark, dark town, there is another who watches the girl with an evil leer.

Vendetta-the ruler and master-would rather see Charlotte destroyed and dead.

This girl will not leave Vendetta alone.

As she comes to jollily knock upon the windowpane.

Vendetta is being driven mad to the bone,

And she is slowly becoming insane.

Vendetta makes evil creature, things that are dark and damp,

Creatures that will serve a purpose well.

Whether it is to terrify the citizens of Clamberg, or….being a household appliance, like a lava lamp!

Only time will tell,

For Charlotte always wins at the end.

In some idiotic plot gone amok,

Vendetta remains the one she wants to befriend-

And, well Vendetta-maybe you've just run out of luck.