A skeleton in a dress,
so pale and fine.
With bones that gleam
in the moonlight’s shine.
Her ribcage is a corset,
so tightly bound.
Her arms, mere twigs,
her legs just sticks found.
Her skull, so graceful,
her eyesockets, hollow.
The cause of her death,
a crack in her neck.
But she smiles in eternal sleep.
She stands in the shadows,
a ghostly sight to see.
A skeleton in a dress,
eternally free.
so pale and fine.
With bones that gleam
in the moonlight’s shine.
Her ribcage is a corset,
so tightly bound.
Her arms, mere twigs,
her legs just sticks found.
Her skull, so graceful,
her eyesockets, hollow.
The cause of her death,
a crack in her neck.
But she smiles in eternal sleep.
She stands in the shadows,
a ghostly sight to see.
A skeleton in a dress,
eternally free.
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