She's so pretty, all laid out in white

gingerbread coffin

Sometimes little girls with crowns of flowers and candles venture into the woods, often there are things lurking in these woods. The green place is not a safe place, the green place is menacing and lonely. 

It look them three months to find Angora May, and by then there was barely anything left of her. It was two teenage girls taking a shortcut through the woods who found her.

Scraps of fabric on branches, and small shiny charms led the girls to the remains of a twelve year old girl  under a tree. Somehow the girls must have known this was the missing girl, and before the fear and disgust of finding a body set in, there was a strange interest. Most of what was left was bone, with pieces of fabric still here and there. the girls noticed many things about the spot but what stayed with them the most after the investigation completed was how many flowers were starting to grow around the body.

Everyone thought someone had stolen her away, Angora was a lovely child. Almost doll-like and petite, she was kind and loved animals, and did quite well in school. She was a joy in the strange lives of her father, aunts and ,grandmother, and everyone knew she would go on to do wonderful things. But she would never get the opportunity, dead girls can't grow up or fall in love or finish their educations or go on to do anything more but be mourned by all they knew. Most families would continue on in sorrow after the death of a child, but Angora's aunts and grandmother were not an average family and this could not be accepted. By the time the investigation had been stopped, and a cause of death proclaimed unknown, the family had finished preparations. The aunt's could take back the body of the sacred child and change what was formerly unknown.

We found an old doll that was out in the grass, 

She had special powers, we said a Black Mass.
We sat in a circle all holding hands. The
Doll-bed held together with old rubber bands.

She'll rise,
she'll rise,
she'll rise...

Oh, Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
She's so pretty all laid out in white.
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
When we need her, she'll rise to the light...

We looked down at the ground and into her eyes.
Passed around an old teacup filled up with dead flies.
Surprise, surprise!
Were brought but not used, a collection of knives.
We'd remember this moment for all of our lives.

She'll rise,
she'll rise,
she'll rise....

Oh...

Oh...

Oh, Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
She's so pretty all laid out in white.
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
When we need her, she'll rise to the light.

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
It's a flickering, beautiful sight.
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin.
When we need her, she'll rise to the light.   

 When Angora awoke in a strange, warm room she considered it all a dream. The bandages covering almost all of her body must have been because she had been injured badly, but if she had been injured, then why did she feel so much older than the age she last remembered and why didn't her eyes match anymore.