necrophilic pedophilia

who are those little girls in pain,
just trapped in castle of dark side of moon;
twelve of them shining bright in vain,
like flowers that blossom just once in years.

they're dancing in the shadow like whispers of love;
just dreaming of a place where they're free as doves.
they've never been allowed to love in this cursed cage;
It's only the fairy tale they believe.

is it just me, or does that sound really eerie?