Annabel, you were my child in our game,
Like Annabel Lee who I couldn’t have named,
Like Anna and Bel who were cloistered together,
And I’ve heard Annabel is a Satanist name.
Annabel, you stood there in my trance
Frozen to trees, and then freed to dance.
You’d gone back to being Sally, my doll.
I recognised you and I gave you the chance.
Annabel now has changed into a monster.
Throw the doll by the leg; nobody wants her.
I see bright red when I say ‘Annabel.’
Ruth is red too, but I’ve lost her as sponsor.