Cruella
Deadsy
Commencement (2002)

How the story rolls,
magic's taught and histories told.
A glory hole,
Which through gaze her eyes of gold.
Those veins run cold.
Mysteries wife evades a soul,
scaring to and fro.

Tearing through the snow,
as she makes her darling coat.
Hoarding all the shawls;
now her evil highness woes.

Kind of like Shakespearean prose,
without the rose.
Avid as she sows,
Cruella grows.
Horace and Jasper stole.
So let the horror flow.

Black and white in hair -
elegantly gaunt and frame.
A bony flare,
which christened cruel with creepy grace.
Always smoky air,
circling one lurch-hepburn face.
In her head which filled the space,
was the one hellacious taste.
As she aims her fate,
nothing flees her sore embrace.

As the biggest mistake that cruel ever made,
was when she left her cave and started to reign.
As the love for her fades,
our feelings won't change.
So my darling Cruella we see through the gray.

In her cold glare,
loveliest and rare.
Frightened you'll soon wear,
and this elegantly haunting is so fair.
There's no reason to part from her cold lair.
She has all of the loveliest and rare.
Things which frighten at first,
but she'll soon wear.

She's a regional spark from this nowhere
And this elegantly loveliness is so fair

Taking strolls through the dark by the moons glare
It is so fair

As she listens for barks in the night air
It is so fair

Always searching for marks on the white hair
It is so fair

She's a regional spark from this nowhere
Cruel your fair

Cruel your so fair.