Black Chandelier

In her quarters she rests, dear beloved Camille

Preserved and kept in solitary time

The latent dust never rises, settled still

In her silent asylum she lies

She dreams of dancing under darkened skies

Where the moonlight adorns the dead

If she still had lids she would open her eyes
as he sits at the foot of her bed

He cradles the corpse with a temperate lift

So not to puncture her porcelain sphere

Into the ballroom the candles are lit

As they dance under the black chandelier

With her feet off the ground she moves with his pace

Until the dawn exposes the day

You can almost remember the smile on her face

Before the skin slowly rotted away

Patient Camille, all she has is time

She waits for him to appear

She may be dead but she feels most alive

Underneath the black chandelier