Black fire in a small glass ball
Swirling like water
Moving with no cause
Rolling off a table
Falling to the stone floor
Breaking into pieces
Spilling the black fire on the floor
Large black metal vines grow from the black fire
Vines that twist and turn
Growing along the floors and walls
Up the tables legs
Growing rapidly
The metal vines reaching out across the floor
Climbing the bed
Twisting and turning
Moving like snakes under the covers
Lifting her body off the bed
Raising it into the air
Her body laying still
The vines growing up around it
Hiding it from view
A black rose takes shape from the vines
Opening up it shows her in the middle
The black metal leaves of the vines open
Releasing hundreds of lights into the air
Dancing along the vine
Dancing their way up to the rose
Illuminating its petals
Revealing her beauty to the night