As the clock turned to midnight
All the guests turned around
A mysterious woman, suddenly appeared
On the grand staircase, in a red blood gown

Her Raven hair, shiny like soft feathers
Bright eyes, that could blaze up any town
An onyx mask, covering part of her snow face
Next to her stood, two black vicious hounds

As she started to sensually descend
They all waited silently, from the ground
Her dark lips, all the men wanted to taste
Demure wives, observed without a sound

A man in a black suit, held his hand up for her
An evil smirk formed, across his soft mouth
His blue eyes piercing, those who would dare
As he led her through, the clearing silent crowd

A gothic beautiful waltz, then started to play
As the dark couple, boldly danced all around
And the guests continued to instinctively sway
Blood started to spill, from all of their mouths

The woman's magnetism, turned up the flames
Shadows remain firm, while guarding the crown
The man then held her closer, by her petite waist
Protective of such rare jewel, that has been found

Connected while holding, each others fiery gaze
Gates are locked, and the guests cannot get out
Her fangs showed. as she sweetly smiled at him
Said "it's time", then her hounds started to howl.

Raven Archer