A tower of iniquity
Where there's no solace
Her bastion of grief
Terrible secrets she must keep
Above the waking world
The curse never sleeps
A shameful lady keeping watch
Over the sinful and the lost
Captive of the nightmare
Minion of the dream
Favor a baneful reckoning
Sympathy they both share
Somewhere in-between
Maybe a distant memory
A home beyond reality
She has one purpose
Tending to graves unseen
Wretched souls she must entreat
To cleanse the waking world
A shadow of the fair lady
Oh, blessed be her love for thee
Chained to a place; designed for grace
A beckoning curiosity
Will liberate and seal your fate
Do gods care for their creations
Why do humans fashion dolls
Will there ever be salvation
Can a malefactor be absolved
Pale imitation of flesh and bone
A corpse should be left well alone