A breath of darkness   an existance painted in thriving red   a crown of ivy   and she danced...   the branches trying to catch her   with desirous, clawing dead love   and she tranced...   morbid tales fill her sarcophagus   ...midnight...      a timeless crown on the neverworld duchess   dancing she comes to the storm   slithering from the dark of her soul   to the night of the day   bleeding in games   for tomorrow they come to drown her   too long has she had this reign   and the dukes all present their gallant hands   for this, the last drain   a white bedroom lost in thought   of the serpents entwined in yesterdays labyrinth   a semen spell in the cauldron red   starts to bleed a new game   for tomorrow they come to bound her   but this they have always done   and she laughs at their gallant mucus hands   for their night never comes   a white bedroom lost in thought   of the serpents entwined in yesterdays labyrinth   a semen spell in cauldron red   starts to bleed a new game   starts to bleed...