• A world of silver and gold
    A pack of satin and lace
    Among overwhelming scents of musk and mystery
    Our sapphires met
    My silken dress flowing
    His suit prim and proper
    One touch, and away we go
    My feet are swept and we are swirling
    Around and around we go
    Upon the marbled floors
    Under the heavenly frescos
    Down the ivory halls
    Though the rosen thickets
    A click of the heels
    And a knock against fresh wood
    Our gloved fingers intertwine
    As we waltz the final
    His warming smile
    Fills me with desire
    I raise a hand to his cheek
    A connection of lace and skin
    Hidden behind the ornate mask
    Resides the unfamiliar eyes
    Of a once met man
    Though they sparkle of the stars
    My blade is saturated in crimson sparks
    As he lays in eternal slumber