October night comes slinking out
From in his darkened grave
The moon positioned high-in-sky
In pain he's so desperate to stave
With raven hair that hangs so long
Caressing his fair back
For so long he has slept, o love
His bones and joints do crack
His worldly eyes beguiling
His smile in full bloom
Tis nothing more his wish now than
To create fair love's new wounds
In tender hearts of ladies fair
He winds his wiry tales
That spindle in and to and fro
Until their fighting fails
And underneath his warmth and care
His victims sleep in peace
As he laps the blood up from the wounds
And leaves them for deceased
His intentions never cruel, dear
But painful nonetheless
You'll never know as you both sleep
His head upon your chest
Until the day your service fails
To fuel the master fire
Whence he shall leave you all alone
With only your desire
To make this ghost yours all alone
Would magic spells behest
So solely for his benefit
Abandoned, your request
So long, sayeth I, to love's benefit
Abandoned, my request....
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