Death stalks the halls
He spies through walls
His prey he observes
With Elisabeth he falls.
Alabaster skin and raven hair
He looks to touch, he longs to dare
She teases and flatters but keeps aloof
Her days become a recurring nightmare.
Stays her figure slim
It matters not to him
He wishes to possess
As her spirit dims.
Elisabeth ends her grief and her sorrow
No light or laughter to beg, steal or borrow
He grasps for her hand, her heart and her life
For Sissi there will never be another tomorrow.