Opera Macabre © Achuliel (Leila. O) 2009 (Poem)

We hide in the shadows watching you
With a dress all white and blue
As you dance to the opera macabre

We know how you want to stay
Dancing the night away
To the music of the opera macabre

Though you cry for our help there is no doubt
That your blood is all we care about
Us, the makers of the opera macabre

The music is loud, though there is no sound
With the noise of your feet hitting the ground
In the dark theatre of the opera macabre

Not a sound, but the one of your hopeless flight
As we join you in the dance this night
On the stage of the opera macabre

That dress of white and blue is no more
Ending the opera with act four
As we dance to the opera macabre

We dance with you and your bloodied dress
Making the play a huge success
To the silent music of the opera macabre

As the curtain goes down as we dine on your life
Making you deaths new wife
Ending the opera macabre.