We'll dance tonight, my love, under the moon,
and then I'll whisper in your lovely ear:
"The time is near. It's coming soon."
A tickling kiss, my lips upon your cheek,
as heavy thoughts slow down your dainty feet.
White as a sheet, grown cold and weak,
you hear the sounding of the midnight bell,
but in my arms you cannot run away.
I make you stay till the last knell.
And so I pop your dear balloon,
making you face your darkest fear.
Forgive that I break your mystique.
The fantasy was soft and sweet,
but still I had to end the spell
that in the daylight we might play.
The hour's come now to unmask.
To see your face is all I ask.
Tale Told 