The red moonlight dissolves into her dark tresses
As he runs his fingers through the unruly waves.
Her scarlet lips break into a smile.
"Antoinette!"

Locked inside a prison
She shrieks.
Bewildered.
Betrayed.

'I'm Antoinette! Your wife!'

"No. You are Bertha."
Insane. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. 

The air is thick with the intoxicating fragrance
Of blood red blossoms.

The ice-cold wind
Sends shivers down her spine.

He whispers sweet nothings into her ears
While her passionate laughter echoes through his heart.

The savage fire burns the Antoinette's prison down
While her passionate laughter echoes through the walls of Bertha's supposed home.