Black Lace Guillotine

Delicate threads of midnight weave
Through fingers that dare to deceive
A shadow dance of silk and steel
Where beauty and death softly reel

The blade adorned in darkest grace
Draped in whispers of vintage lace
Each pattern tells a different tale
Of elegance turned deadly pale

Like widow’s veils at midnight mass
The fabric floats on polished brass
While moonlight catches every thread
Of stories better left unsaid

Beneath the lace, the metal gleams
A marriage of forgotten dreams
Where refinement meets its sharpest edge
And darkness keeps its solemn pledge

The guillotine in noir attire
Stands patient with restrained desire
Its black lace collar softly sways
As judgment’s hour gently delays

Such beauty in this lethal bride
Where danger and grace coincide
The final kiss of steel and night
Wrapped in lace, both dark and light

So gentle seems its deadly frame
Until the moment truth takes aim
When gravity will have its dance
In one swift, final, dark romance

The black lace falls, a curtain’s close
On theater none would dare propose
Where elegance and ending meet
In revolution’s last heartbeat