The midnight dreams in ecstasy's exodus.
The silent shadows waltz and dreary dogs
hunt their masters,
hellhounds that haunt the land as ghosts
and apparitions of deeds of past sin.
Behold how hastily and intricately they
lacerate the flesh with teeth
serrated tenfold.
This they do to all souls,
save the mirthful spirit of Belle.
Pale skinned glamour,
eyes of enchantment that dazzle
as she dance on a mist of thin
black hazes.
Under the moonlight,
weeping and enslaved to eternal dance,
she cannot fight the want,
the need.
She deals with the linger within
the hole in her chest.