Shadows play at the ceiling,
Of this, my grave,
Below a Parish, leaning!
Dark and grey,
Such is life,
You, my love, I despise!
And there you stand,
My crypt-a-night!
Oh! Those eyes,
I dare not look,
Fury, Medusa,
You turn me!
Into stone!
I broken, almost,
My Skeleton of morals: Bones!
I dare not look,
Your beauty,
Turns me into stone!
Your hair,
Wavy, curly hair,
Blackest Black,
Cryptic pharoah-ess!
Mummy of my past!
I dare not look,
I focus on my hate!
In this crypt,
This shallow grave!
I think of my futures past!
What I once hoped! Would be to last!
Shadows fold upon themselves!
I stand upon my cryptic stave,
Firm I must be,
What I do, I must do my best,
This I hold,
To stave you away!
And the temptations,
Of Futures Past!
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