Hair dark as midnight, eyes midnight blue, she embodies all the magic and mystery of the witching hour.
When she dances, there’s no escape. Every move designed to possess the very soul of those who watch and yearn.
But it’s she who is possessed… by love.
Not for me, a lovestruck bartender, who would lay down his life for her. But for another who disrespects and mistreats her.
Tonight, I can no longer ignore her cries. Even though I’m no match for him… or the blade that pierces my heart.
And as my life ebbs away… the clock strikes midnight.