Taking Pity On An Old Lady

She is pitiful, and I am a soft touch Not exactly running toward her but it is snowing And my mother taught us to be charitable She is delighted to be invited The rest of the camp has to be convinced Luckily they trust me, their street person leader Betrayed, I flee with Jack, my friend We train and train, hoping to get back at her Because she has left the others dead around the fire The unassuming old lady is a demon of some type We return, Jack and I, and fight for their honor. We cannot bring them back, but we can execute revenge. I die jumping into her claws, but take her out too Doomed to walk the earth and never be heaven bound At least, I am able to warn others about unassuming old ladies.