as the darkness threatens, to eat up the light
as the grim stones pale of all their once lucid colors
the black dressed goddess, her skin of paled delight
her posture almost shy, while her midn devours

you, the stranger mesmerized
caught up in the dungeon of your own filthy thoughts
can but stare amazed and hypnotized
shaken by the will, of the gods

between the light, between the dark
neither royal nor the knight
just a stranger bared of life
of death and all their once felt sparks

as the scene slowly unfolds
of once bright and now but grim stones
of once vivid, no dried up bones
she whispers a word... without a tone