She wore white robes and her feet were bare
And silver dust & gold tinsel were in her hair
She had bright red lips and just-pinched cheeks
A spectacle to remember for the next few weeks
But of all the forsaken places to find her be
It was at Mister Killer's slaughter house you see
Where everything was drenched in fresh blood
And to avoid it you'd have to be a lucky sod
You'd never imagine someone as magical as her
Would even dare to take a step in there
So imagine how strange I thought her to be
Since she was at Mister Killer's you see
And in the midst of the slaughter house madness
On her face you won't find a trace of sadness
But you will see pearl shaped tears of golden ice
But well that really isn't such a surprise
For within the walls of the bloody gory place
You'd see the agony in the little critter's face
And I guess she prays for their poor little souls
And ask for forgiveness for Mister Killer's human faults
beautiful description.
