You stand watching her from a corner near by,
wishing that she didn't ever die.
Shes twirling around in the dark of the night,
staring at you, now full of fright.
Then the moon suddenly appears on her beautiful face,
once again relealing the deep scars that even time can't erase.
Your face is full of fright,
as you hold yourself tight.
You desperately want to help,
but you don't even have the courage to yelp.
You can only stand by,
and watch as the blood slowly pours from her side.
She cries out your name,
and you feel her pain.
Tears stream down you delicate face,
hitting the table's intricate white lace.
Again, she screams out in pain,
this is driving you insane!
You want to help but there's nothing you can do.
You just want the days to be anew.
You catch her tear, she raises her head.
You want to be her friend but you know she's already dead.
Suddenly the sun rises and hits the square,
The wind blows through her long black hair.
The she dissappears with a soft kiss,
into the snowy white abyss.
You know this isn't the last time you'll see her.
Your beautiful gothic ballerina.

 
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