Her black silohuette is transparent,
Against the milky moonlight
Her pale glowing skin,
Shines through out the night,
Her red glowing eyes,
Can be seen through the dark,
The flowing black cape,
Melts into a mark,
The black flowing hair,
And the dirty red tips,
Sway gently against her cape,
And get stuck in her crimson red lips,
She stands against a pillar,
With a hate growing fast,
Her heart beat it races,
Like a ship with a mast. |