It started with a dim-lit night,
and a man dressed up in black.
His face was something less than fright
as the dress fell down her back.

“A love” he said they shared,
and a “endless beauty” he said it was.
But actions spoke louder than his words,
and his reasoning was just “because”.

Her heart he held inside his hand,
and with every breath he froze it cold.
In the midnight air, he sent her out,
and once gone, her world was sold.

She trusted him with all her life,
and with all her life, she lost.
He tore her up and tore everything;
her death paid all the cost.

In the dim-lit night of the city,
no one could hear her cries.
As he bruised and broke her body,
and filled her mind with lies.

A witness through the window,
saw the beautiful face-
and through the window he also saw
the man put her into place.

He said his sorrows and remorse,
and the witness saw his wicked smile.
But the girl only saw a harmless man,
although she was bleeding all the while.

The witness fell in love that night,
and devoted to save her someday.
He left the window to go to sleep,
not knowing there was hell to pay.

For once he left the man took control,
knowing there was someone there.
And knowing that the witness left,
he took her life and began to tear.

And everything that had happened that night,
was forgotten and never known.
Only the one who fell in love
was the only one who could have shown

the deceit that man played upon that girl,
and killed her in more ways than one.
At her funeral, there was no one there-
not even the witness; not even the Sun.

And it all started a dim-lit night,
when the girl met the man in black.
And it ended with an “endless love”,
when the dress fell down her back.