Bone ripped from flesh,
Flesh ripped from bone.
Twisted shadows always waiting,
For the next soul to wander into their embrace.

Eyes of the sky,
Smile of a prince,
Lips of satin.
He asks to dance,
So I shall never stop swaying.
His lips against mine,
Darkness closes in.

With my eyes closing,
One final glimpse.
My prince no longer, But a gleeful shadow.