It’s been a while, Miss Eros,
And I never thought you’d stoop so low.
An evil that you have bestowed
And become our one and only foe.

Your lovely face, once trés beau,
From stitches and bows that you’d sew.
But that seems pretty long ago,
And it seems your beauty had to go.

Your worn out dress must give you woe,
And missing eyes, I think you know.
Your matted hair that used to flow
In the breeze that always blows.

Now you’re lost, and rage will grow
To something big, and not grow slow.
And release a monster from below
That’ll surely burn the world we know.

Once a beauty, light as snow,
Now a fiend who “Let it Go”.
With your chipped horns and tail a flow,
I know you’ve come with last hellos.

I see there’s fire in your soul
Burning anguish fro, long ago.
So I’ll e sure to give you a show
And place you back where you go.