The Magic of Miss Lalonde
Wow... Um...
The story is a sad one
Or at least that's what we've heard
A girl who hid a thousand meanings
In a single word
No one really knew her
Or at least what she would be
She never was the sort to just
Embrace her destiny
Ghostwhite girl with lavender eyes
In each hand a blackthorn wand
Not-quite smiles and silent lies
Blood-dark magic of Miss Lalonde
She always was a rebel
In her silken cryptic way
She never knew her mother true
But knew just what to say
To anyone who bothered her
Or baffled her, and still
She fought and fled her calling
Once she had a role to fill
Ghostwhite girl with lavender eyes...
Her power came in glimpses
She searched, and listened, and pried
At first, it was a blessing
She had so long been denied
The growing whispers darkened
Slipping deep within her mind
And when the old ones called her up
She answered them in kind
Ghostwhite girl with lavender eyes...
Her story isn't guaranteed
To have a happy ending
And who can say what she knew
Of the time that she'd been spending?
In the corners of the void
And reaches beyond time
But you had best steer clear
And keep in mind this little rhyme
Ghostwhite girl with lavender eyes...
Rose was such a lovely girl
One doubts she ever knew
Just what the monsters of the dark
Would ever push her to
Or what their weaving voices
Would have asked dear Rose to do...
Ghostwhite girl with lavender eyes
She believed their grim deception
Her tale now a word to the wise
Don't speak with monsters beyond perception
Ghostwhite girl with empty eyes
In each hand a blackthorn wand
Not-quites smiles, unspoken lies
Darkness calling Miss Lalonde