Half Past Hell Poem by dead before I died

Between shadow and light,
in the bone white of tomb,
in cemetery meadows
of melancholy gloom.
She comes to me there!
She waits as I sleep,
At half past hell
she comes in my dreams!

With red varnished lips
and pale mottled skin,
wrapped in sheer satin
from her velveteen bed.
Dammed to have died
before it was time,
Dammed from the sight
of her moribund eyes!

My cemetery queen!
She cries out to me!
from the crypt of her grave
to the shreiks of my dreams.

Tonight I will lie
in the arms of my queen.
Tonight, I will die
with my wife as I grieve!

between shadow and light
by the bone white of tomb,
come half past hell

by the cemetery moon.