Glisten glisten shiny hair,
With your raven locks so fair,
Gently stroking cheeks of white,
Stick to lips of ruby spite.
Hair of black to match the heart,
Won't stop beating once it start.
Not a comb of poison brass,
Will defeat this pitch-black mass.
Nor silky ribbons can restrain,
Vicious threads of blackest mane.
Hair of black that shines of death,
Silencing each forest path.
Apples three soaked through with sin,
Crimson blood adorns thy skin,
Shiny blush that tells of lies,
Brings to Black Death its demise.
Hair of black lies still and dull,
Buried in a crystal pall.
Hungry eyes bring life and death,
Speak of flames with shaky breath,
Mesmerized in frozen glare,
Glisten glisten shiny hair.