Pandemonium, in cypress Gardens.

She was always good for second best,
But never good enough to surpass the rest
And he would never put her on his arm.
And now her heart is set to be
What no one will ever see
A stone rock-solid and firm.
And the truth begins to lack
The meaning of those sacred words
That’s twists her mind and turns it black.
inside the fire her love was thrown,
And she watched it burn up into a black smoke
That mimicked her wailing eyes,
She watched while it mimicked her, darkening the skies
As it went and told her story of love sick lullabies
She could not sleep in peace that night,
While the smoke taunted her ears
No she could not escape the fright
That darkened her short years.
So she fell to the silver surfer, and his mighty blow
As silver danced and placed a kiss upon her frowning brow.
The eyes she sought after to make her whole and well,
Now sat sitting by her side laughing as all could tell
Her story to the heavens, perhaps they’d grant her wings
To fly from this place of evil words and cruel endings
Perhaps the heavens would grant her wings, to fly away from here.