The Dance of the Dead

With her skin deadly fair,
And her step as light as air,
She prances in the moonlight,
With the wolves in her sight,
The dead of the dead,
The dance of dread,
She hops and skips violently,
With the face of a beautiful zombie,
She dances the dance,
The dance of the dead.

She laughs at murder,
Cried at the abuser,
She tiptoes foolishing to fate,
Feeling every need of hate,
The craving of blood is never enough,
But ladies are never to be tough,
As she dances in grace,
The vampires will be her brace,
And she continues to dance,
The dance of the dead.

The tears, they live in her eyes,
Holding back everything she can despise,
And she bleeds because of rage,
But don't tell her it's just a stage,
Is there any innocence left in her?
Or will she face the harsh and cold river?
And she hurts with everything she does,
And she will never be alright becase,
She will continue to dance,
The dance of the dead.