The sun yawns,
The moon awakes,
The stars smiles, zealously.

A mirthful tune
The accursed flute plays.
Cocoons of lights sparkles
Silhouetted against the night.

Spirits of black raises,
Shades of grey dances.
Red rose petals falls,
Phantasmagorias of dreams play.

Sitting alone on the,
Carousel, the Russian roulette
Beautifully classic white horses,
Vacuously, quietly turning rounds.

The demonic black river
An ancient skeleton wades.
Falling petals cloaks it,
The angel of darkness.

Turning round and round
Extemporaneously, he picked
A dance, he gestured
The whole eternal night

The ghost of yesterday
Says, 'It's time.'
The ghost of today
Says, 'Goodnight!'

Voodoo dolls looked up
Cold steel biting through
Their soft, delicate skin
Emptiness, they felt deep

'Don't say goodnight, please!'
'You have to go home.'
'I have no home, no one'
'Don't you love anyone?'

The gentle whirling nature
The white carousel retreats
With both of them
Into the valley of darkness

'I want to go with you!'