O' HAUNTED LADY

These haunted portraits of esoteric sorrow
Upon these walls of ere' days ago
Melodic souls thus chant
Echoed ritual of macabre
Whilst afar - them religious fools flock to pray
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Dripping candle of crimson blood
A flame thus flicker still
As scrying mirror - a blurry face expose
Within a wounded hand - a wilted rose
Her eye's express such remorseful depth
O' how eerie be the eve - as embrace she death
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These creaky clocks be chimming
As the ol' haunted organ plays
Whilst ghostly shadows - them chants be humming
O' haunted lady manifest
Amidst esoteric morn of nebulous hour
Whilst ghostly skeleton
They greedily feast - a bloody carcass upon
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O' haunted lady
Hearken her bitter cries do I
Crepuscular echoes - through this flexuous domicile
From scrying mirror - see I her haunting smile.
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