There were once 7 little girls, Pure as falling snow, Who fell down down down Into the darkness below.   There were once 6 little boys, Hearts black as night, Whose dance with darkness Was their only delight.   In one old warehouse, All will be shown, And little dirty secrets, Shall make themselves known.  

  “Thank you, Summer. I’ll remember that.” He said softly, barely more then a whisper. Then he paused. “Summer?” “Yea?” “Don’t forget me.”