Red Shoes and Beautiful Hand Bag

Around, all around, the dark memories gather.

 My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul.

 It mutilates me, and darkly my

 life's blood drips

 to the cold, uncaring tombstones.

 In a strange and terrible glee I call your name

 while Death's shadow takes my hand.

 Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon wailing eyes.

 This is your love.