Belladona's StoryBelladonna's Poem;Blood is dark red,And nightshade is blue,Pains, pills and poisons that tear her in two,Roses have thorns that make little girls bleed,And she cries all alone; a small child in need.But nobody hears her, if they do they just yell,A fraying mind trapped in its own private hell.At night it gets dark, a rich velvety black,When monsters and nightmares go on the attack.But nobody comes to end little Bell's fears,An anger now bottled for seventeen years.Now Bell's little hands are bruised green and blue,And she laughs full of malice while swiping at you.The poor little thing is now twisted, insane,Wanting but love, her heart pours down the drain.Roses wilt slowly, they shrivel and bend,And the story of Donna now comes to an end.
The Ballad of Belle GunnessHave you heard of Belle Gunness, the famed Norwegian murderess? Had several lovers, called them "honey", poisoned them and took their money. Her babies found out what she's done, and so she killed them just for fun. Ray Lamphere loved Belle Gunness, so to her crimes he'd ne'er confess. But jealousy soon overcame, and so he set her house aflame. When they fin'lly stopped the heat, a gruesome sight ...they'd come to meet. Through the smoke and dust and grime, they found the victims of Belle's crime. In the loft of the barn on her homestead, they found Belle's body with no head. But they were unsure if it was she, so Belle Gunness may have gone free. This is all, I do confess, that I know of the story of Belle Gunness.
Atropa BelladonnaAtropa Belladonna, will you help me serve the tea,Atropa Belladonna, to the man who married me?Atropa Belladonna, please start working really soon,Atropa Bellladonna, underneath the silver moon.Atropa Belladonna, will you come with me on a stroll?Atropa Belladonna flowers, cover up the hole.Atropa Belladonna, lovely purple, black and green,Atropa Belladonna, now let's pray we've not been seen.Atropa Belladonna, perfect murder we have wrought!Atropa Belladonna, as of now we've not been caught.Atropa Belladonna, will you help me serve the tea?Atropa Belladonna, Mother's come to visit me.