A red moon cast in the sky so bright On this folly filled night A maiden in red Is slowly being led By the music of the dead For the King of Bones has risen The souls of dead now unbidden The King takes the red maiden’s hand They dance to the waltz of Samhain He asks her “Maiden, why are you not afraid?” She replies “Why would I be afraid of the most beautiful being ever made?”
The Bone King then goes to tell her his origins of where he is from, while they danced in the night while she stared into his soul-less seductive dark eyes as he told his story away and he began his tale with.
Once upon the realm of kings, Who reign below of bones and rings. And there he met the maiden of white, Pale as snow and paler as light. In kind, in gesture, in hand to dance, Waltz among those deaden cast. Forever they grace these empty land, Where none disturb, no beast or man. An before he could finish, she realized that she to was a skinless, pale figure showing the same reflection like the Bone King himself. He had suck and devoured her flesh right before her eyes, but she didn’t care as long as she was with him as they dance the night away in the darkness as he continue to tell his tell.
Music by: Peter Gundry