Corpse dance.

Her footsteps trail tendrils of mist
Ever present in their corrupting grasp
The tomorrows of yesterday fade to dust
Betrayal etched wraith-like across her face
The smoother flesh bears the scar
The dripping malice of circumstance
Moments so near yet seem so far
Caught in the dance of happenstance
He loves me not though he loves me so
Creeping forward the emerald band
Lighter darkness but aught to show
Crimson moonlight on desert sands
Caught in fangs on wintry storm
Princess laid bare before the king
Forgotten child weeping silent forlorn
Tomorrow’s hope she sweetly sings
Dusk to dawn the shade it rises
Damnation cast into the pit of night
The window ledge call entices
Ease the passage of darker flight
Drink the darkness’ bitter pill
Cast the gorgon gaze for a time
In stone heart’s embrace for hemlock’s will
The bloodied goblet of red red wine
Toast to her captive masters deep
Lashed with whip and bound with chain
Iron caudices do float and flounder
Captive audience in black-grey sand