Dance with the masked beast
as the arpeggios sound.
Dip your head into the wind,
ignorant of the ground.

The enigma you dance with is
as alluring as the moon.
Without a blush but with desire,
you silently swoon.

The night air caresses the melodies
as well as your soul and
beneath the mask is a being unlike any,
with marks and scars all from witchery .

As you waltz, unaware of the witchcraft,
love will surely unfold.
As the beast moves, aroused by this waltz
and your embrace, there is no more cold.

An icy heart is melting
The curse is lifting
The stars as shining
This waltz is bliss
Now, he seeks your kiss.