We are the Femme Fatale Freakshow. The things that go bump in the night. The monster of your nightmares. The blade in the shadows. The bitter end you never saw coming. And we are sex personified. Blurb for Crimson Cinder One that is red And one that is not Will be the downfall Of the king distraught Whispering footsteps Silhouettes frozen The flame burns brighter A king’s life stolen Darkness reigns Red leaves stains Lost, but found No longer in chains