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? by Shred | |||
