Carved from the darkest part,
No soul can tell them apart.
The maiden and the false deity—
One's dark, one's too pretty.
Shadows that twist, take a turn,
Candles flicker but never burn.
Behind the mask, a deadly charm,
Her pale skin feels lukewarm.
Between them, a lover's sigh,
Deadly romance lingers high.
Tears shed in secret gloom,
Hearts in sync, forever to bloom.