Poor Unfortunate Souls
Her poor unfortunate soul
In pain, indeed.
Severed from her wife
Forever cursed to live a life
Serving those who might need
Another poor unfortunate soul -
Her voice so young.
One of Triton's witches,
Voice a constant change of pitches
Crying for her young love.
Oh, her poor unfortunate soul
Life's hard, it's true.
When daddy can provide
Anything under the tides,
Life's rough, yes indeed.
Well child,
Let me tell you
The last time I met your father.
Not a pretty scene, not at all.
Though remembering her life keeps getting harder
I can't seem to forget the scrawl
Of that trident through the air
He didn't seem to care!
Which killed my Elise
Her voice now a piece
Of his spoils.
So, my poor unfortunate soul
I'll make a deal.
Give me your young voice
And you can have the choice
To fall in love for real.
Maybe then -
Her poor unfortunate soul
Can rest in peace.
I can finally obtain
Wicked Triton's vicious reign
And justice – for Elise.