Jezebelle

Antebellum beauty sweet,
All the beaus fell at her feet,
Raven hair, her bosom swelled,
Her name was Jezebelle.

Child of selfish jealousy,
Made a pact unholy,
Died in pain she thought was hell,
Poor murdered Jezebelle.

Over her death held no sway,
For from her grave she made him pay,
Haunts the land, the old ones tell,
Beware Dead Jezebelle.

When they took her Rachel fair,
They could not know nor would have cared,
They'll drink deep from her foul well,
The hate of Jezebelle.

North she'll go and will not rest,
Accursed thing, this beast unblessed,
She will ring their last death-knell,
The wrath of Jezebelle!

Antebellum beauty sweet,
All the beaus fell at her feet,
Damned lost soul, dark child of hell,
Her name is Jezebelle.”