There was chance, a chance to get close,
An innocent ball dance, starting with a simple red rose,
A beauty so pure, she might as well been a angel,
He was a sinner, the one who would claim her.
Smiling amidst cheery crowds, she wished for a surprise,
She searched the people, only to be found by familiar eyes,
He watched her dance, being her deadly stalker,
Watching every move, even the shadows caressed her,
She stepped off to the balcony, taking off that smile,
The one she has to mask, the one she has to fake,
Little did she know, her admirer would be following her?
"Seems like today is a grand occasion." He whispered into her ear.
Surprised by his action, she took a step away,
"I came here for air, not another fancy charade."
He glared in her eyes, she glared back.
Surprising her once again, he took a step further,
Blocking any exit, he placed his face closer,
She saw everything in his eyes,
Yet never a question of why.
They danced together, for once both smiling,
It was new to him, a feeling of pleasure,
Ending of the day was a kiss, so simple.
She smiled, and he laughed.
For days upon days,
Hiding their embraces,
In the shadows, dark places.
She was known as the princess of the family,
And to his, a traitor,
The same would go for him,
But they remained together,
Secretly a dark pair of eyes had been watching from the corner,
Every kiss they shared, an evil demon broke lose,
He saw this, and for this he walked away from her,
Getting nothing but questions,
But how was he to say he didn't want to hurt her?