Anais

Who is this pale skinned beauty who has ensnared my hearth
An angel or daemon,neigh
A fay with hair of raven,and eyes of mahogany
The air around her is cold,melancholic
Tis my favorite of all
She speaks and her voice plays the tune that made Cerberus dream
Radiantly she plays a grand symphony with her voice
Ever word is like the strings of the mandolin being plucked
Oh,the lovely sound makes my ears bleed,but I love it
Phantom-like she flows as she walks,dancing
Save the last dance for me,oh,queen of fay
Together let us dance ourselves to pieces as the world ends