Upon the satin bed she lays. Silent as death, with beauty even deadlier than the strongest poison. She sits lonely amongst the heat of many a candle for she bears no heat anymore. Her heart turned to ice long ago and now she seeks comfort in others of the light. For ever trapped is she, knowing that the light welcomes her no more, that the light of a flame is the only reminiscent of sunsets missed and sunrises forgotten. What curse begot such a fair one, no longer mortal? Why, its' the kiss of immortality to roam with the gods. For such a price demands much more than life itself... it commands and confines, destroys and possess. A choice that many are not ready for.... come night time, come bedtime, come time for her to sleep, the balance begins to change. For you see, she can reclaim herself in her dreams. Whilst she's awake she belongs to all who look at her. Whilst she sleeps she belongs only to herself. A true beauty can exist only in her dreams.