Clothed in scarlet velvet
Blood dripping from his chin
Darkness in his attire
Plaster of his skin
Dancing with his maiden
A delicate, quick spin
Her silk dress catching
In the whispered wind
Long, dark hair spilling loosely
Powder of her skin
Dancing with her lover
Undead in their kin
Their laughter chimes together
Razor teeth glinting in the night
Something poetically beautiful
Something delicately evil
Cherry blossoms fall like snow
In a graveyard medieval
They quietly watch the night
With the blue eyes of an animal
Or the violet eyes of the unnatural
They intrigue one another in bliss
Lovely creatures of the night
Their haven deep into the mist