The darkness of the night hunts the fairest of all maidens
It makes them remember the tale of old Miss Scarlett,
She possessed hair ever so silky,
Owned skin ever so radiant,
A beauty that made even the toughest hearts takes a bow,
But she was not to live long
For on a dark and gloomy night of December she
Was taken out in the midst of the gloomy night,
Her bed was to be never slept in again
For the prince of the black chariot had gotten her
Had gotten her for good
The Prince was known for his shadow ensemble
His trousers made from the darkest time of the night
His coat made from the sinister shadows,
Was decorated with the stars of the night time
His skin ever so pale and eyes ever so blue
His tongue released everything but the truth
Riding on a black chariot he certainly did come
Seeking a maiden whose beauty compared non
An unfortunate maiden he always did allure,
On every one cold night of mid December
The foolish heart of young lass is always preposterous,
On basis of first sighted love
He speaks of his un doubt able love
After he has fully captured her foolish heart
The sight of his striking looks
Send shivers down the spines of young women
Young women who are blinded by good looks
Who never look at a good book
Despite the look of the outer show
The prince of the chariot took the daughter of Mr Scarlett
And never returned again
No soul can comprehend what he must have done
But as the folklore goes
His highness makes sure her lips are forever sealed
With the finest thread found in fae field
