Who’s the fairest of them all

Here and there, they come and go,

the creatures in my lone shadow,

never speaking, lying still,

never has silence been so shrill.

As I glide among the town,

those creatures adorn my murky crown,

and like a horde of angry feet,

the plague my mind, disturb my sleep.

And yet as I look into the mirror,

I press my face, nearer and nearer,

for as I stare, I begin to cry,

those shadows – vile creatures – hang below my eye.

Maybe now I will sleep a bit better,

I have put an end to that nocturne fetter,

my hand feels like that which I broke,

but the crystalline shards, in my blood, soak.