Dancing there alone in the shadows,
my eyes started to ring and sting.
When I saw that it was really you,
I wanted to cry and silently scream.
Then I barely realized with fright,
it was only a cracked mirror.
You were dancing in the background,
glaring at me and dancing nearer.
It was too dark to see,
what it was you held in your hand.
It was too late to stop,
by the time I realized what you had planned.
A black pedaled rose dripping with your blood,
the perfect gift I have been wishing for.
You get to have all that you want,
when you dance with death behind the Black Door.