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Description
The nightmare hangs a Juliet
on its silver chain
It burns deep into her skin
as she giggles from the pain

Now she rests naked above the bed
From a fan turned on too high
He's come to belive that she's dead
And it was he that made her die

But she still flirts in his mind
That laugh will never go away
Her smile, both sharp and kind
Creates an image made to stay

And little does he know
What will remain in the heat
Blue icicles glow
Cannot stand a defeat

The silver was not real
What left her charred and warm
Vampires need not heal
From something of no harm

Description
The nightmare hangs a Juliet
on its silver chain
It burns deep into her skin
as she giggles from the pain

Now she rests naked above the bed
From a fan turned on too high
He's come to belive that she's dead
And it was he that made her die

But she still flirts in his mind
That laugh will never go away
Her smile, both sharp and kind
Creates an image made to stay

And little does he know
What will remain in the heat
Blue icicles glow
Cannot stand a defeat

The silver was not real
What left her charred and warm
Vampires need not heal
From something of no harm