Candles flicker,
Shadows jump and dance,
In the room,
Where a woman stands,

She is beautiful,
By mans standards,
High brows and sculpted cheeks,
A temptress' smile,

She stands,
Still like a stone,
Dressed up,
Perfect make up,

The door shrieks,
and slowly opens,
She squeezes her eyes shut,
A chill from her toes to her nape,

She knows,
No man may pass though,
The door of the dead,
She can guess the spirit,

Her mind cuts back,
To an October day,
She lost everything,
And turned to him,

He gave her wealth,
He gave her looks,
He gave her Fame,
He became her all,

She gave him a promise,
She gave him her heart,
He stole her soul,
And comes to collect,

She recoils at the touch,
Of sharp ice,
And fiery Steel,
She recants,

But it is too late,
She is his,
He will ravage her,
In his eternal fire,