Skeletons
Skeletons try to climb on her
Skeletons from her days of far
Skeletons escaping from a closed jar
Skeletons dripping with tar
She wears her protective gear
She holds the cross, her only spear
It hangs from her fingers like a chandelier
With its powers all is wiped clear
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