Wicked, in the dead of night, I saw your smile,
Yawning wide, breathing poison on my soul,
And I, frozen in fear, like a frightened child,
Transfixed by demon eyes of burning coal.
Yes, still you haunt me on these moonless nights
When I’m alone, afloat on tranquil dreams;
When not a ray of stars does there belight
These steadfast windows, etched by silent screams.
Oh, darkness deeper than the pits of hell,
Those Stygian shadows which ensconce your heart,
What evil form does your rank will compel
To stalk me still, though we lay long apart.
Yes once this fool embraced a heart of stone;
Black blunder brief……forever to atone.
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