To gaze upon the soft inlaid
Smooth petals of night shade
Blowing in tresses wild
Smile so wicked and pure
Bring suggestions cure
Drink in the smell carried on the wind
Lay the witching of thy strained heart
In steps carried revenge
To mark a scornful cheek
No words to speak
Dare not avert ones eye
For bitter tears don't lie
That have shed for he
Avenged in lapsed time
Sleepless wake and torn spine
All my heart has beared
In time you will know I swear
As Ravens pass along your path
A early tomb shaded by a cresent moon
And bass next to I will
For the chain and ball Fastening your own downfall