On a balcony a dashing man in a suit and a ravishing
lady wearing a black backless dress dance as the golden-pink sun shines behind
them, highlighting their faces. Soft music fills the jasmine perfumed air.
Around and around they twirl about. He holds her close and whispers sweet
nothings in her ear. She tells him about her hopes and her dreams, and that he
is one that is coming true. For hours they seem frozen in time. Her heart is
lighter than ever before. As the moon starts to awake his hands become grey and
his fingers are elongated with nails a foot long. He digs into her back pulling
down and across. He is tearing her apart. Blood covers his monstrous hands.
They continue to dance until she is hollow, her limp body falls to the floor.
He composedly cleans his hands and returns home. Waiting for another invitation.
