Within New Orleans the Valentine grew,

A friend of old that she once knew,

She cherished her throughout the years,

Until she awakened her greatest fears.

In Telepsychosis, they've fueled and warred,

Until one gazed at another, furiously scorned,

While the Flower of Valentine watched in sadness,

As her power sent her friend to the sea of madness,

Her screams were shrill, but her anguished soul complained,

Begging for Mother Lilian to release her pain.

Tears were drawn and sobs were sobbed,

Her cries were ignored as her sanity was robbed,

The Flower of Valentine succumbed to misery,

And their friendship is now a distant history.

Misery's eyes point towards the east,

To meet the Mad Witch, a relentless beast.