Ballad of Blood - A Poem by Fura Faolox

In the theatre, blood drips from her eyes

Her masquerade is ruined, dampened by the liquid scarlet

All is grey, but the red

All is dark, but that blinding light

The blade falls to the wooden floor, along with her newfound corpse

In the open, it occurs

An orchestra plays at piano, a melancholic melody

The sweet, symphonic demise of an innocent soul

Her beautiful spirit climbs the stairway

As he takes his own life, his rotten being burns

The operatic tragedy, soprano in fear

No one is around to hear