The moon waned yellow
On green bough slip
Flowing water to putrid wine
Upon evil lips

Eyes cloud hazy
With cobweb veil
Dark soul shudders
Horned demons sail

Hands shake and tremble
As magic drams do fetch
Loneliness lays heavy covering
On a marked doomed wretch

Honed fine sharp edge
The heart will slice
Rest in black silk coffin
Blood cold as ice



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