Your lips are red

Your skin is blue

You were never wed

But he still loves you

Your body lay cold

You chose him over Me

You shall never grow old

My heart feels so heavy

You left with barely a word

You had no time to cry or weep

You flew away like Bat or bird

Now Darkness begins to creep

He stays by your side, ever dutiful

While I think you’ve never looked more beautiful.

Note: while writing this I’m re-reading Dracula. This poem was inspired by the part where Dr. Seward spends TWO ENTIRE PAGES describing how attractive he finds Lucy’s corpse, while HER FIANCÉ is in the room. No I’m not kidding, yes I wish that I was.