She takes the sword and draws in the dirt not a circle but a constellation. And once she is enclosed, darkness surrounds her and she is finally protected from the light.

Wicked was her name
She gave it to herself
Whenever one had asked for it
They turn and cry for help!

"I found it!" the boy says as he picks it up and puts it on. "My head!"

"Won't you stay for tea?" The house asks.
She tilts her head and says, "I didn't know houses could make tea."
"No, no," the house corrects. "Testosterone."
"Oh!" she exclaims. "In that case, certainly."

The maiden wanted someone to dance with, but she was all alone. So she takes a knife and kills herself. When the Reaper comes, she bows and asks, "Won't you dance with me?"
The Reaper said no.

You should never name a baby something pertaining to Death. Then, Death is confused and will never come. The baby will live forever. And won't it be a horrid life to never die?

She rips the skin off her face and carefully puts it away for safekeeping.
"Now I won't pick at it!" she smiles at herself.

God took a blow of His cigarrette and that was how fog was born. So it's on days like these that I am grateful He died of lung cancer.