• Through a dark wooden door,
    Across a midnight floor,
    Along a rose petal path,
    To a lavender scented bath.

    From bath, to room,
    A place of long gone doom.
    A bed of satin gloss,
    Dark curtins hung back at a loss.

    Upon this bed a woman lies,
    A single rose beside her drops its petals as it dies.
    Dark of eyes and pale of skin,
    A ruby smile of pure sin.

    Through the cracked window, a sweeping breeze of night,
    Snuffs the single candle and only light.
    Plunging the room into a blackened state,
    Hiding it beneath a Dark Velvet gate.