• Skin tinted black like the midnight sky
    with bright red feathers and closed eyes.
    Her depressing music accompanies
    her strange and sadistic melodies,
    while her pitch-black hair blends to her skin
    And darkened skirt is well akin.
    At her feet, strapped with bright red Janes,
    are blood red roses that resemble pain
    Of her longlived existance under hell
    as the devils violinist, she knew too well.
    Prosephone, she compared herself to;
    A pitch-black beauty that no one knew.
    Prosephone, she said she could be,
    The Blood Red Violinist for eternity.