Satyr sat at her empty lunch table, chanting a spell. What Marvel didn't know is that anyone can do Magic, if they do it right.
Children, sweet children
Children of darkness
children of light
children of rain
children of night
There are no children as happy
as you should be now
an event shall occur
take a life somehow
But who shall die?
On this colorful day
will it be on purpose?
will the others be okay?
Nay
Nay I say
suffer, all of you,
suffer, when I tell you to
There was a swirl of dark clouds overhead and Satyr blinked. "My, I think it actually worked this time..."
Short, sweet, and dedicated to ma biggest fan.