Black Ballerina

See as she sits under the willow tree,

As roses of black fall from the sky,

Her deep red hair,

Streaming around her in the wind and the rain,

Her tears of blood,

Fall on her china white skin,

Her black eyes are slits,

gazing into the shadows of the world,

Beside her,

Lays her blackened heart,

Never beating,

Never bleeding.

Hear her as she whispers with the wind,

Her song bewitch's the immortal soul,

See her dance with broken grace,

To the song of her last dance,

With her bring the storms and lightning