Curtains of back were inside the room
Shutting out the light, the light that always hurt his
There was nothing bright in this entire mansion... no, no
Except for the candlelight... the light... and the fire that burned
Oh Miriam... why did you have to go and die?
Curtains of black were inside the room
Abigail was not alone,
there was someone else in here too
"Come closer dear", said the shadow in the wheelchair
"Stand by the fireplace, so I can better
see your face"
Oh Miriam, why did you have to go and die?
The shadow could not believe, the likeness in
It looked as if his Miriam had come back from the grave
"I am Count de La Fey, and you are?"
"Abigail", she whispered
and shivered to the bone
"Can I?", he said "Can I,.. can I call you Miriam?"
"Miriam... or Abigail is fine
You can even call
me Lucy for it is just a name"
He struggled out of the wheelchair
Since his fall many years ago
Now he could only walk by a
cane, what a shame
"Don't move! Stay where you are", and then he was right behind her
Touching her long
black hair, he was breathing much harder now
Then he grabbed her head
In the pain she screamed as he
Yanked out a lock of
that beautiful hair, oh dear oh dear oh dear
He quickly struggled across the floor to a smaller cabinet
Behind glass door it
said: "To My beloved Dear"
It was then he started to compare, and she saw the other HAIR
In his twisted mind, she was back, but
"I must retire my dear in order to prepare
You should do the same, tomorrow an heir"