The femme fatale speaks with the deceased, usurping hushed secrets buried six feet under. To a few like-minded strangers, she's equipped with an amiable grin rewarded only to fitting servants of death. Her victims tend to freeze whenever she turns a new page in her book; even if they no longer breathe. Past her lips spills poetry, some unsettling and some unfavorable with grim details best left darkened. She desires to share her art till decay beautifies her whilst questioning many: Will you learn the tragedy of each skeleton she's indefinitely locked away?

Within the eye of the macabre, settles the subtle balance of life patient for a feather dipped in ink. It beckons for a plague. After the song of the Deathly Romantics finished, romance refused to wither in its casket. Waltzing in hand with the darkness served poetry on a platter consumable to all. But, it seems the guests...have fallen. Shrunken heads emerge, maddened from feverish berserk. Despite this, the macabre rises to represent poetic meanings in midst of mesmerizing allures of synthetic sadness. The plentiful world sheltered foaming hunters. Avoiding infatuation from them concluded to irresistible conflicts waiting for a companion in the dark. The rubies in those courting sweet eyes cared for a tragic dance of freedom. Jewels, much alike romance, fantasy, tragedy, and gothic poetry, waited to glamorize those curious to seek the treasure of the Macabre Danse: the love of the macabre and poetry.

Observing the lives of a beautiful descriptive dream, and ballads of sensual elocution allures all to read up on the sweet poetry. Here we will grace upon the kiss of dark thoughts, dreams, and desires waiting to be unfolded by a spark of a revelation. Feast yourselves well with satisfaction. Do mind the obscure imagery displayed in the excerpts; avoid understanding the madness within or you will vanish into confusion. From the poetic mind written lies ahead is sadness, gothic horror, graphic discretions, mystery, romance, fantasy, and tragedy for the curious.