Official Details

Date of Death: 8/30/1897

Chipboard poem

Blood drips down from her face in rouge
Do they fall from tears or an open wound
Is the terror real or all just part of the show
Not until you see your own will you know

Death Certificate

The red on her dress matches the blood on her face
But she dances regardless like a victim being chased
The fury of the music swells the trance can’t be stopped
Not until the axe comes down and her head is chopped