Golden Beast

Deep in the woods of old

in silver winter and ebony stone,

The stark white maiden dances,

swaying to and fro.

Again and again,

around the ball room they go,

hands glued to another

and can never to let go.

The love, the hate

all only for show,

stuck in a madness

that only she knows.

Around and around,

with blood on her toes,

Ten years she has danced

with her sweet bestial foe.

Never she may

recover the glow,

of the soft satin features

she had long ago.

Fake is her love

that he seems to own,

to save her father,

is all she that hopes.

With candle and clock,

it's time that she owes,

to the horrible lover

that she barely knows.

The cracks in her skin

are starting to show,

stained by the tears

she shed long ago.

With fire and sword,

they trudge through the snow,

to save the fair woman,

who came from their home.

Up to the doors

bordered by stone,

the townspeople march

to recover their doe.

Perish they will

at the hands of their foe,

beaten down by beasts

from hell down below.

As the rose petals fall

her life will grow cold,

and forever she'll dance

atop her own shadow.

When the last petal drops

at the sound of the crow,

the maiden will perish

lost to the show.

Her corpse will be brightened,

by silver and gold,

long after she dies

she will still go.

Because Forever is forever,

when living in woe,

with the golden beast,

who lives in stone.