a ghostly princess on the border of life
dancing with spirits no matter the strife
blossoming over the darkest of nights
this fluttering spiral has no in end in sight

blooming nobly, these ink-black growths
winged bullets swarm, ever-true to their oath
all to see what lay beneath
the roots of such undue defeat

but knowing's just half the battle, it's said
and with such knowledge, no rest for the dead
so then it began, a lunatic's feast
a coalescence of phantoms to usurp all grief