Tragic

Glowing eyes, beguiling grin

Even just a glance at her

Will be the harshest sin                       

Even if you think of her

You’re doomed to surely end



Cursed, by her lonely soul

No cure, for her endless cold

Taken under, she drowns you

Nails drag across your flesh

Her screams are mute

Your wounds are fresh



Tears freeze against her face

A cloud of red, a scarlet haze

Your soul escapes its prison

You are dead and she has risen

But no darkness clouds your vision



Cursed, by her lonely soul

No cure, for her endless cold

Besides taking new friends

And destroying them

Her screams are quiet in the dark

As she consumes your heart



Her pale cheeks now flush with red

She whispers, “Now we’re both dead”

Despite the tragedy, you grin

You have relieved her of her lonely sin

You stare at her ebony eyes

And do not miss your previous life



Taken in her arms you love her

Now you both share her curse

Your screams escape, so full of joy

Her tears emerge with bliss

And every night you’ll take another

To steal their frozen kiss