The Vision Bleak - A Romance With The Grave

Up on the hill In picturesque light Lies peaceful, still A burial site The gateway creaks I scare myself Some doubtful peeks The clock strikes twelve Ancient ground And mossy rocks A smell unsound A grave unlocks Oldest sin... Palest skin... Ageless grin... ... death! Ruthless Lust Without disgust Dirt and dust A romance with the grave The fog lies thick And moon does rise Her antique chique Glares in my eyes A first shy kiss And silent moans In the abyss The coffin groans In close embrace Desires deep And for her grace In joy I weep Oldest sin... Palest skin... Ageless grin... ... death! Ruthless Lust Without disgust Dirt and dust A romance with the grave