Her eyes bat innocence
While her hair screams LSD
Learn to embrace the dissonance
Cause she just wants to be free
Autumn is the witches season
Still, summer clings without reason
Grasping at all the lovely bits
That tear her into nothingness
When she's falling she finds her power
Power that's needed to rule the hour
But how is an hour long enough?
For her to look tuff and feel tough?