She came to me doused in black.
A shade of dark that my heart attacked.
She the stalker, I the prey.
A predetation of my sinful way.
This facade a clear disguise.
An easy sight seen through searching eyes.
But in her gaze I saw myself,
and knew I'd follow her down to Hell.
A lovely way to be led down.
Hand in hand I saw her frown.
She knew our fate just as I.
A whisper in my ear, a pretty lie.
Still hand in hand we did descend
to a quiet place and a fitting end.