"Come Little Children..."

 An almost chilling laugh echoed throughout the entirety of the clearing just North of the Dead City as the Demon Priestess, known as Aislinn, prepared herself to sing the most haunting; the most enchanting; the most spell-binding; the most mesmerizing song there ever was...

Glancing down at Celeste, her familiar in the form of a black cat with piercing purple eyes, a cruel smile curled Aislinn`s lips and her eyes of bright crimson-red flared brighter than before as she began to weave her magic - taking on the color of purple - about herself by throwing her arms out on either side of her and beginning to hum; her golden-blonde locks of hair beginning to swirl and whip about her fair as well as seductive features as she did so.

Once her magic was crackling all along her skin like electricity, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes; her mouth opening to allow the words to flow out in fluidity; words that echoed throughout the clearing and into that of the streets of the City and Valley beyond; words of...

"Come little children,
I`ll take thee away,
Into a Land of Enchantment.

Come little children,
The time`s come to play,
Here in my Garden of Shadows.

Follow sweet children,
I`ll show thee the way,
Through all the pain and the sorrows.

Weep not poor children,
For life is this way,
Murdering beauty and passions.

Hush now dear children,
It must be this way,
Too weary of life and deceptions.

Rest now my children,
For soon we`ll away,
Into the calm and the quiet.

Come little children,
I`ll take thee away,
Into a Land of Enchantment.

Come little children,
The time`s come to play, Here in my Garden of Shadows."