Mary was a little lamb
her soul was white as snow
but when she met the big bad wolf

the whiteness had to go

For he was blacker than the night

And though he held her dear
his darkness seeped into her mind
and clouded what was clear


To him she was a plaything
A trinket, sweetly odd

To her he was the universe
An evil Pagan God


The wolf ate little mary's soul
with some small sense of grief
He felt it sad to have to kill

the child for her belief

But that is how it had to be

to make the circuit whole
his eyes glow white like diamond now
and hers are black as coal