? Cover her face Mine eyes dazzle She died young
Shadows fall gently around you. Night embraces you, smooth as satin, soft as velvet. The moon casts an eerie yellow glow, and you know that something is going to happen. Your breath comes in shallow, expectant gasps, and then you hear it... It comes very softly, at first, but then it grows louder. Slowly, you realize what it is: the clicking of heels upon the cobblestones, coming steadily towards you. What you see halts your hastening footsteps. You stop perfectly still, as if in a trance. A child approaches you, a perfect, beautiful child. Her hair shines like some supernatural light in the darkness. She moves like a woman, and when her eyes meet yours, you see knowledge beyond your comprehension. In her golden curls, she has a single blood red rose, which she now removes. She holds it out to you, and you slowly, and hesitantly, approach her, to accept it. You take the rose from her, and bend down on one knee, to meet her eyes at her level. You gaze at her doll-like face, and feel compelled to embrace her. You draw her to yourself, not knowing that you hold death in your arms. She rests her head upon your shoulder, and then you feel it, different from any other sensation that you've ever felt before. Pleasure washes over you, and only then, as you feel your life draining away, do you realize your fatal mistake. Only then do you realize that you've fallen into the arms of...
