Aurorabelle DeVil
In the shadows, where the night is dark and deep, Aurorabelle DeVil weaves her wicked spell, with a heart that's cold as sleep, and a wicked little grin that tells the tale. The moon above, the only witness within, shines down upon her, as she casts her sin.
With eyes of emerald, and hair of raven's night, she stalks her prey, with a stealthy, silent flight, her laughter echoing through the midnight air, as she conjures magic, beyond compare. In the land of dreams, where the brave dare not roam, Aurorabelle DeVil holds her wicked throne, with a wave of her hand, she summons the night, and the stars above, tremble with her wicked delight.
Her heart of stone, and soul so black as coal, make her the queen of the dark role, dancing with shadows, in the moon's silver light, the darkness trembles, at her wicked, wondrous might. In the silence, where the wind whispers low, Aurorabelle DeVil is the one they all know, with a kiss of poison, and a touch of despair, she weaves her web, of wicked, woeful care.
With a voice of honey, and a heart of ice and snow, Aurorabelle DeVil is the one they all know, whispering secrets, in the ears of the night, the darkness trembles, at her wicked, wondrous might. In the land of magic, where the brave dare not tread, Aurorabelle DeVil is the one who holds the thread, with a wave of her hand, she summons the storm, and the thunder trembles, at her wicked, wondrous form.
In the shadows, where the night is dark and deep, Aurorabelle DeVil is the one who holds the keep, with a heart of darkness, and a soul so bold and bright, she reigns supreme, in the wicked, wondrous night, her magic swirling, like a dark, velvet cloak, as she whispers secrets, in the ears of the night, and the darkness trembles, at her wicked, wondrous might.
Aurorabelle DeVil (sing it to the tune of "Cruella DeVil" from Disney's 101 Dalmatians.)
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David Hurlburt
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