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Nothing's child of midnight luster,
Keeper of an ageless soul,
Sees the world with innocence,
Without time to take its toll.

Walking among the graves,
Deadly in her grace,
Hiding in the shadows,
Dressed in fishnet and funeral lace.

Daughter of the moon and sun,
Trapped forever in between,
Sticking to the shadows,
So as never to be seen.

Death is reflected in her eyes,
And the funeral lace in her hair,
Pale skin clad in fishnet,
Begging, "Touch me if you dare."

The figure of a woman,
With hair as black as night,
Lips a shade of crimson,
Hiding from the light.

Gazing into a mirror,
Into the shadow of a child's face,
Dressed from head to toe in fishnet,
And funeral lace.