A/n hey this is my new story don't worry I'm not abandoning lifeless I just had this in my head for a while. Also no I didn't spell those words wrong it's an old fashioned technique old poetry writers used to use (see edger Allen Poe's works if you don't believe me.) now the technique for reading it is that you add a syllable so instead of damned it becomes damn-ned also cursed becomes curs-sed oh yea and check out the poll on my profile you get to (to a certain extent) choose who the devil in the poem is. Well enough babbling here's the poem!
She dances in a room of lies
As innocent as the fresh fallen snow
She sees not that they hide their eyes
For she knows naught of woe
She dances with the prince of night
Not knowing that she's out of place
An innocent in her delight
She never sees them turn their face
No one will hear her desperate cries
If she ever thinks to scream
An instrument in her demise
She never will again be free
A damnêd angel stuck in hell
Knowing naught about her fate
And who is there to tell her tale
With blessêd love not cursêd hate
Never knowing she should plead
She twirls about the damnêd room
Not knowing that if they succeed
Then this will be her golden tomb
Oh! Doomêd dame in devils arms
Why can't you see their great deceit?
Rise up! Deny their deadly charms
Thus insuring their defeat
She never sees the splendor go
Nor them leave by twos and threes
Wrapped in the arms of her beloved
She never will again be free
She knows not the doom upon her head
Nor does she watch as her innocence dies
Unknowingly she rules the dead
A pawn, a queen in innocence's demise
She watches unseeing as the world dies
A/n for those who didn't read my rather long and boring a/n at the top there's a poll on my profile to see who's going to be the devil in the poem. Yayyyy
