She brewed a lullaby of death,
Silently weaving her final act.
Carving each petal in each rose,
Weeping in blood—a deadly dose.
Pale as a ghost, dressed in white,
A bride, a curse, veiled in light.
Jade-orange eyes, lips of red,
Crimson hairs crown her head.
She stands still, unwilling to move,
Waiting for her lover—a silent groove.
She longs to live, she breathes a sigh,
Refusing to fade, refusing to die.