The eerie laugh of silence,
On a wicked night.
Far away from violence,
Everything seems right.
Her face is pale and ashen,
Her lips as dark as blood.
Eyes are smoked with darkness,
Her white dress stained with mud.
She walks past you with ease,
A calmness in her voice.
Asks you to follow her,
Its really not your choice
A lone bench in the corner,
Asks you to sit beside her.
You stare into her pale blue eyes,
Her face contorts with anger.
In a web so tangled,
You know you cannot move.
You only have one option,
But nothing left to prove.
She touches you so softly,
Rids you of all your fear.
You close your eyes to darkness,
Your fate left up to her.