The beautiful tragedy of light on a graveyard,
A seeping silence of endless nights,
A fairy who dances through thoughts of her weeping
And thrives upon her stinging tears.

She shrieks and it laughs as it breathes on her neck -
The madness of time ebbing away.
Sensing fear, the fairy, with claws on its hands,
Coaxes demons from the moonlit air.

It's evil, it's nonsense, it's haunting all thought,
But she's bleeding and frantic, unsure.
If she tears out her demons then what will be left?
But empty, lost feelings, and scars.