Crimson

Dance in the moonlight, with a phantom of your past.
Dance until the crows drop dead to the ground.
Dance your soul out, dance with Le Roi Noir.

Fruit of passion, love and desire.
Le Roi et la Reine Noir.
Wrapped by seven deadly sins. Drowning into each other.

"What did you say...?" she asked fearless.
"Reine, you were never worth living for."
"Oh, I was not?"
"Again, who said we are alive?"