The O'Neil House

You mustn’t ever go near the old O’Neil home
It’s a place where sadness and misfortune roam

But I will tell you it was not always so
Once upon a time not too long ago

The O’Neil’s were nothing but happy
A perfect white picket fence family

They had a rosy cheeked little girl
With unruly crimson hair that did curl

She ran among the roses Misses O’Neil tended
Each one a fairy of great power she pretended

Yes lovely and the happiest they were
Till the bluest of blue events did occur

Little O’Neil was frolicking and a field she passed by
The most vibrant purple wild flower caught her eye

Why a great fairy queen must reside there she thought
So a quest she underwent many evil brambles she fought

To reach the greatest loveliest flower of them all
Yet this grandest noblest quest was her down fall

For when she reached the grand sacred bloom
She was suddenly lost in a terrible foggy gloom

Her parents they did look high and low
But all fate did reward them with is woe

Days went by before Little O’Neil was found
But her tragic fate to everyone did astound

Her cheeks no longer rosy her eyes no longer bright
She was colorless something had vanquished her light

Something had stolen every one little O’Neils tomorrow
As a result the remaining O’Neil drowned in their sorrow

Now the O’Neil’s are long gone but their suffering stayed
And there among the roses it will outlive us all I'm afraid