Excellent a semi ballad about a very nefarious woman. White Lady Revised by Justin Chopin

The White Lady The white lady has a black rose in her hand. She puts the rose on her lover's grave Even though he is still a living and breathing man. Oh she has such a Yin and Yang personality. She is so visible Yet she is a being that no man woman or child Could ever see. She laughs in a state of elation with pure and unadulterated joy. She laughs in a state of lamentation Keeping it all to herself As she acts rather confused and coy. Oh she's like a zeppelin ready to find Her final death in the doomy and desperate skies She's like an angel And her love of life and living never dies. She's burning like a radiating rainbow In her facilities of fantasy She's as frozen as a frontier frost In an icy soul shattering sea She's perishing in The ravishing realms Of reality. One day her paradoxical nature Caused her to be annihilated By Satan As the devil dipped His venom inside her heart. She lost all the pigmentation That had long allured men to Her eyes And Beelzebub Tore her apart. Now the lady lies lifeless As her tar boiled blood Stains the inferno's callous Cave Alas the white lady Damned to her Eternal grave. Recognized Author Notes Just something I wrote about four years ago about a detestable woman whose image was inspired by the White Witch in C.S. Lewis's Narnia Chronicles.

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