Crushed velvet dresses and ravenous tresses,
that snatched all the tears from my cheek!
For ne\'er did I dream that that\'t could ever seem
that a moment could make me so weak.
She\'d undone my laces in all the right places
and perched at the top of the stairs,
I drew in a breath and slow-danced with Death:
Just one more of her bloody affairs!