The girls name was Clair

With a deathly stare

She could scare you half to death

If you tried to run she could use the sun

To burn you bloodshot red

 

She had special powers

That for hours and hours

she would use to full effect

She could see into the future

the ugliness and the beauty

And could read

your thoughts out loud

 

She could make you feel bad

Extremely sad or, could make

you feel very proud

 

But the irony is, although she was the biz

She met her match one day

A wizard from the North

Rode in on his horse…

And blew poor Clair away.