Death Scythe of Evil
There was once upon a time in another place
An evil city who no person dared to face
And the ruler was a weapon so mean
A tiny little Death Scythe of only age fourteen!
So much furniture littered her abode
Her loyal meister who's likeness surely showed
Josephine was what her puppy was named
All the souls of the world is what she had claimed.
If you're short on souls that's no fearful thing
Just take it from those who you dangle on a string
To those who feel that they want to bring me down
You'll just tidy up my gown.
Now, bow to me!
Evil Death Scythe
Steadily strike
With an array of colorful doom
But the souls who feel that they want to stay
They'll just die and and feed me the same anyway
The Death Scythe held a love for a man
A grey who wasn't very much her fan
But instead he chose his neighbor's girl
A girl who's eye shone like a pearl.
The Death Scythe knew this and was filled with rage
She called the meister locked in her cage
And she said in a soft voice to not be heard
"Make sure the grey boy is badly burned."
Wall of his mind were burned to the ground
His voice would no longer make a sound
He who had suffered so much pain
Didn't get pity from the one who'd slain.
"Oh, it's tea time."
Evil Death Scythe
Steadily strike
With an array of bloodied doom
Even though the weapon was so very refined
The souls had driven her city to a decline.
To defeat the weapon was no easy task
But the people could no longer wear their mask
Like a flock of birds they were led by
A black Shinigami into the night.
All the anger that had built up over the years
Now consumed them without any fears
And her meister was battered from burning the boy
Their attacks were not much of a chore.
Once they fell the Scythes surrounded the court
The meister ran away as time was running short
Little woman Death Scythe would never pose a fight
And she was finally captured in the night
"You're such a disrespectful man!"
Evil Death Scythe
Steadily strike
With an array of finest doom
How the paradise that she made for herself
Put this broken doll right back on the wooden shelf.
There was once upon a time in another place
In an evil city who no person dared to face
And the ruler was a weapon so mean
A tiny little Death Scythe of only age fourteen.
She was to be punished at three o' clock
When the school bells resounded a tock
The person who was once royalty
Was bored in jail with no loyalty.
At the time that eventually came
The school bells to her sounded rather lame
Without looking to faces of the crowd
Said she with eyes in a shroud
"Oh, it's looks like I'm free."
Evil weapon
Steadily strike
With an array of colorful doom
Now the people speak of her without a second thought
That daughter of evil had received what she sought.
