Whence the lonesome dove doth sing
Upon the midnight hour of the day
Then I will lose the guilt of my sin
Without the pressing need to prey.
And when I fall into my grave
I will not be thinking of this terrible thing
This thing that wracked my world with happiness and pain
All because of my one, ridiculous fling.
A fling that near cost me my life.
One fateful night it did occur
I went in not knowing the impending strife
Had I such I would deter.
I went to a handsome ball
In a big country house
The ladies looked sweet, whilst the dukes looked tall
And into this scenario I crept, quiet as a mouse.
Into this dark foreboding house.
Through the kitchens and up the stair
Avoiding servants in the corridor
I came to my lady's lair
But when I entered I did not expect the sight I saw.
There she stood as if in a daze
Behind her was a tall gentle man, wrapped in black
He bit into her neck as he caught me in his gaze
He had to hold her shoulders as her body went slack
I gasped at the horror before me
Because she smiled and raised her skirt to her knee
He touched a switch and the lights became dim
I fled the house in disgust
In my haste almost falling to my doom
My sin it seems was being appalled at lust
And for high morals I should be punished soon.
But when I die why will I not think of this scene?
As I am lowered into the earth my mind will not be clear
For the next night I saw something far more obscene
I just wish when thinking of such I had no fear....
But fear of what?