Oh dark and myst’rous lady are thee;
Ever am I enthralled by your voice.
Lovely and terrible, I would flee;
If I had but been given the choice.
Your eyes flash red on this darkened night;
Try as I might, I can’t look away.
My heart is pounding, I cringe in fright.
You look at me and say, “not today”.
I cry out, “I’m ready, dark maiden!
Take me please, away from this sad place.
I care not, be thee saint or demon,
Take me in your shadowy embace! ”
But you refused to take my last breath.
Oh dark maiden, the one we call death.
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