I can sense your harsh glare As I descend the stairs The room is full to the brim But your seemingly placid face is all too grim An eerie silence chills me to the bone Though I am anything but alone My eyes follow you slink through the crowd The choir voices echo loud Now here you are, offering me a gloved hand Which I accept upon your demand I know not who you are Only that you travelled from afar With all the guests in black and white, Basking in the glow of the chandelier light My crimson dress is much too brazen For this joyous occasion You pull me ever so slightly, begging me to chase Under the mask, I do now recall your face My mother flirted with you many a year Unlike many, not succumbing to fear You lead me down a windy stair case Making each move with elegance and grace Deeper and deeper into darkness we descend How strange this is how I should meet my end It is not as I had dreamed Without any wicked schemes Gentle, kind, and wise Compassion lies in those soulful eyes You wipe away my single tear Though I do not cry from fear, Instead from the strange misleadings Of those poor gents up above pleading ‘Do not take me, this I pray’ But on this warm midsummer’s day I learned the truth about you Nothing they say is true You are not cruel, are not devious Not a thing about you is mischievous I know who you are, yet I am unafraid Though I am much too young for this, never would I evade Your sweet embrace Death’s sweet embrace