Rakehell Poem by David James

O fear, fear will it die! ?
Nightly terror here I spy!
fated ere' to meet thee rake,
come hell darkly shape.

Laying still I bite mine thumb.
Sans hope of what's to come.

I quoth thy name I quoth it thrice.
'Rakehelly, Rakehelly leave me be!
O Rakehelly, how you torment me! '

O fear, fear will I die! ?
Nightly terror here I spy!
fated ere' to meet thee rake,
come hell darkly shape.

Mine thumb doth drip beads of blood
ere' stained my bed a crimson red.

I quoth your name I quoth in vain.
'Rakehelly, Rakehelly leave me be!
O Rakehelly! why do you murder me! ? '

O fear, fear now I die.
Nightly terror ere' I spy!

Blood doth gush from succumbed wound.
Tis red thine bed and blackened world.

Thine fated present hath been sealed.
Doomed to yield thine mortal coil.
Embracing cold as pain fades.
To softly shape thine end of days.

O heaven, heaven!
No more fear,
it's gone my dear!
don't shed a tear.

For
I
go
to
white
light
near.