Yesternight’s pale dream
Of a lamented maiden,
Skin frigid to the touch.

Her putrefied necrosis
Veiled by serene opaque,
So white it blinds my eyes.

Her face of porcelain awakens
And stares deep into me,
She sees my joyful anguish.

And so begins a song angelic,
Her lips against my ear.
We both fall into lament
And elatedly decay.