[Intro: Rain, distant tolling bell, wind through dead branches, detuned organ drone] [Whispered] Pocketful of posies... [Verse 1: Low, breathy, slow, unsettling calm] There's a candle in the window and a rose that never dies, Golden curls like harvest moonlight, green lips and weeping eyes. She hands you a goodberry, says "Darling, take a bite," Then the Emotional Gamut hits you, and you can't tell wrong from right. [Pre-Chorus: Strings creeping upward, heartbeat bass] Oh, she cries so pretty, the tears are part of the game, Cast Bane across the doorway, and everyone knows her name. [Chorus: Slow ritual chant, deep choir, funeral drums, haunting] Jenova... Jenova... the briars know your call, Grasp of the briar pulls you closer, then you don't leave at all. Pretty in the graveyard, sweet as poison on the vine, Pocketful of posies, and the last one's mine. [Verse 2: Cold, whispered, rasping, close-mic] She'll Misty Step behind you when you think you've run away, Claws of Darkness, silver smile, and a Dream Glimpse of your grave. Conjure Thicket, Entangle, the garden locks the gate, Even Barkskin couldn't save you from a witch who loves to wait. [Pre-Chorus: Dissonant strings, rising dread] She's got False Life in her pocket and a Charm of Long Standing, You'll love her till the Curse of Sustentation ends it. [Chorus: Heavier, choir swelling, tolling bell on every downbeat] Jenova... Jenova... the briars know your call, Grasp of the briar pulls you closer, then you don't leave at all. Pretty in the graveyard, sweet as poison on the vine, Pocketful of posies, and the last one's mine. [Bridge: Music drops out, only organ drone and whispers, dripping water, creaking wood] [Whispered] Plant Growth in the cellar, Speak with Plants, they tell me all you've done, Marigolds are blooming where the last few lovers run. Faerie Toast at midnight, Arcane Sparkler in the dark, Dravfin's Curse of Incompetence for anyone who dares to spark. [Spoken, low, slow, hissing, a single cold laugh at the end] Conjure Fey, Conjure Woodland Beings, bring the whole court to the feast... Vengeful Spirits at the table, and the Investiture of Blight is the main course. [Instrumental Break: Distorted pipe organ, thunder crack, screaming choir swell, then sudden silence] [Final Chorus: Full doom, massive choir, pounding drums, haunting belted lead, layered whispers underneath] Jenova... Jenova... Tree Stride through the haunted wood, Greater Restoration's all you'll get, if she decides you're good. Mass Cure Wounds for her own, but for you, Unnatural Causes, Chrysalis, then silence, in the garden of her losses. [Outro: Barely audible, music box slowing and detuning, wind, fading to a heartbeat] Pretty in the graveyard, sweet as poison on the vine, Pocketful of posies... [Whispered] and the last one's mine. [Slow, low laugh] [Fade out]
