In the dead of night, O wicked one, your smile,
Yawning wide, breathing poison on my soul;
Frozen in fear like some small frightened child,
Transfixed by demon eyes of burning coal.
Yet still you haunt me on these moonless nights
When I’m alone afloat on tranquil dreams;
When not one star dares cast its timid light,
Dark silent windows fogged by silent screams.
Murkiness deeper than the pits of hell,
Cold Stygian shadows that full cloak your heart,—
What evil form does your rank will compel
To stalk me still, though we lay long apart?
Alas, this fool once clasped a heart of stone—
Black blunder brief…forever to atone.

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