ballroom of night and day

To enter the palace of hedonistic pride,
to see it's grandure high and wide,
with the people dancing masked and gowned,
mortal filth so well renowned,

standing alone, avoid stares and flirtations,
i set about with determination,
to find her, she would be here, i knew it,
i loathed such pomposity, but she would flock to it,
and there she was, laughing, no care,
surrounded by men with large egos and hair,

Soon she did see me, upon twitching her eyes,
Shocked was i to see, that she showed no surprise,
her smile grew smaller and much more real,
I was pleased to see i still held some appeal,

They all saw her hair that flowed, so full of life,
they saw her lips, blood red as if slit with a knife,
her piercing eyes, that could not pick just one shade,
yet that was not what i saw when i looked at her,
nor her upon me, we saw bodies decayed,
we saw each other for what we really were,

We were both pale in life, now we were paler still,
our lips were grey and our eyes simply white,
a thousand years ago, we were made in the night,
and we were never closer than when we did kill,

Centuries we spent, looking young, but growing old,
we would love in the heat and embrace in the cold,
we were slaves to the night, but the night was our own,
for to gaze upon daylight would turn us to stone,
we'd talk out the night and find pleasure in pain,
travelling the world, the world that was ours,
certain were we, that this lifestyle would remain,
but it ended one day in a blaze of fire and flowers,
the mistake was mine, the betrayal was hers,
her jealousy was strong, my judgement, simply wrong,

yes once we could talk until not a word was left unuttered,
without any conversation ever seeming cluttered,
now here she was again, silent centuries had passed away,
yet in this ballroom, still not a word did we say,
we just stared for some seconds, then i turned and walked way,
i walked in the darkness until night turned to day...