Her gravestone protecting
Her soul, conquered and lost.
Forbidden to rescue.
Her heart was torn from her sleeping corpse.
And now her soul haunts; lover lost.
He left her to shatter in dreams of sorrow.
Deep fang marks in her neck flesh, dried blood on her dress.
Yet she stood there alive, and begged for this to happen.
It stays the same forever more.
Dead roses layed apon her grave
Remind her ghost of this eternal curse.
She, knowing not she is now immortal.
Screams to be rescued.
In her red velvet lined, wooden coffen, deep in the ground,
He never visits, because now he's cursed aswell.
