I do not desire the kiss of death by serpent
Show its mark upon your hand
Nor the bite of the yellow scorpion be visible to the eye
With its stinging red brand

I will not invite willingly with intent
Disease in disguise to befall you
For I know the songs
That dark shadows sing
Oh so quietly they call to you

Instead I lay this curse upon you
By my hand no blood will I let
Shall you forever be beleaguered
By the emotion that destroys completely
That of perpetual regret.

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