She was the huntress searching for souls,

She was a spirit who wrote.

She was by inaccessible,

Sitting in a castle with a moat.

She was alone in the the dark out there.

She needed her loyal dog.

She couldn’t let him go far off sight,

As he went just everywhere.

Now she had him on a short leash,

Not to let him out too far,

Lest he ran and got lost again,

Or get killed by the fallen Angel, the Fuhrer

Guide me the way to the South,

After that we’ll shut our mouth.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 27th January 2011