Skin of pallor like a stone,

         hair as sleek as darkest night,

fingers digging to the bone,

         Emily shrinks into sight.

When she knocks upon the wood,

         voices sink inside the heart,

as the soul screams helplessly,

         for her presence to depart.

But, Dark Emily can't leave,

        after life has left this place,

spindly threads entrap all hopes,

        devoid of light, without a trace.