The glass is unbreakable,

The one around the village,

That is what they elders say,

Never in, never out,

Every child, just the same,

A sweet daisy,

Filled with sugar,

Bouncing around the village streets,

Never rotten,

Until the day of October 31,

The day the bad seed sprung about,

Her mother was a darling women,

Her father a working fellow,

The newborn baby screamed and cried,

A foul baby among the good,

The years went past and the child grew,

Her sour soul attacked the young ones,

He smile scared the dogs,

Her laugh frightened the crows,

But her mind terrorized the people,

The glass that's kept us safe for years,

She questioned it use,

She took a rock and hurled it hard,

Nothing,

We saw she would never break it,

We knew it was impossible,

Until the day the foul girl,

Stopped her ways of pain,

She stopped her rampage,

To break her free,

And sat in the field by the glass,

Nothing,

Peace at last.

The noxious girl stood on up,

Her putrid smell of devil's blood,

The town gathered t see the girl,

Calm at last, sins forgiven,

She turning to the glass wall,

And laid a hand among to the panes,

A finger tap,

Crack,

Another tap,

Crack,

Tap tap tap,

Crack crack crack,

Shatters,

The walls of glass fell around,

Her blackened lock turning bright blonde,

Mine fell to oil,

She yelled a voice that wasn't hers,

"I have freed your souls!"

The town grew up and roared,

Moles forming, eyes sagging,

Rocks flying,

The girl stood and screamed,

"And good has become evil!"

Then the village swarmed her,

Stones a-flying,

her screams undying,

One last word,

"Good has become evil."

And then shes gone,

But evil is left in us all,

She just unearthed it,

And found her own good.