In a dreadful night
where the moon was shining bright,
a mysterious maiden came running through.

Her face terrified,
for she was to become today a lovely bride,
but her love had just died.

Deep in a forest,
she was weeping in the dead of night,
under the soft moonlight.  

But when morning came,
she was already gone
and nothing was left of the girl,
except a beautiful willow tree in her name.

A room full of daisies,
is a girl’s dwelling place.

A bottle of bitter tears,
is what keeps youthful her face.

A set of silver daggers,
is used as a clip in her silky hair.

A flowery vase of ‘Belladonna’,
is her door out of this nightmare.

A girl is a porcelain doll,
if you touch her,
she will fall.