She looks pretty
She looks beautiful
Dressed up in her gown
While wielding a rapier
She loves the roses
She takes care of them
Nothing but creatures of the night run
amok around here
Yet, I'm sure she could hold her own
Against many of the undead
I'm not sure whether she's possessed
Or even obsessed
Yet, I know
I wouldn't want to cross her
Since she's a woman with a rapier
And in her environment
I'm not sure if I want to be anywhere near
Anywhere near here
Where she dwells
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