Dark Snow White

Here I am,
Alone again,
In this graveyard,
No one here to talk to,
But the dead.
No sun,
But the night sky,
And the beautiful moon,
Glittering the tombstones,
Glittering the wet grass,
Reflecting the dead fountain.
Still,laying on the tombstone,
Talking to the dead,
Wondering if anyone will come.
Nothing but the fog,
Nothing but the toad croking,
Nothing but holling wolves,
Even chilling whispers.
Till he finally came,
came riding a black skeleton horse,
having his hand out toward me,
whispering things I couldn't understand,
He was a Dark Prince,
Like a dark angel wanting to take me.
I took his hand,
It was a Wonderful feeling,
And got on in front of him,
As he wrapped one arm around me,
Whispered in my ears,
Then put his icy cold blue lips against my neck,
and we left the graveyard.