Don't mind the lyrics

She sways through silence, a drifting bride,

A mystery cloaked, with nowhere to hide.

Beneath the halls of dust and shroud,

Midnight's bell shrieks strong and loud.

Shadows waltz through skin and bone,

In breathless hush, she glides alone.

Chandeliers blink with haunted eyes,

Stealing glances, trading sighs.

Her gown is laced with fear and grime,

Hollowed cheeks engraved in time.

Her corset tightens, swift and fine,

A bloom of death over marigold spine.

Passers-by freeze with shattered jaw,

Witnessing her beauty in rigid awe.

History weeps, and windows gasp—

She rules the night, the guilt, the clasp.

Ghosts applaud from balconies high,

Their faces cracked with vacant cry.

For she's the belle of this decayed affair,

The last to bleed, the first to dare.