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