Her lips are build of marble pallor
Her eyes are made of purple gloom
Her hair is weaved from black crow's feather
Her temples adorned with nicest bloom.

But there is no warmth, no instant breathing
Pulsation has long ceased
And kisses she would have freely given
On his splendid face, have long decreased.

He thought that her body was covered
With flowers and leafs so green
Now soaked with rain - a solid moisture
A pledge of the withering redeem.

Three years he was searching for her
His bride, adorned for him
Now she lies in his wide arms
The seeds of death within.

He drank, ate coke and opium
Until he thought she'd coming back
He buried tears and moanings
Swore war to the living and the dead.

He's led into the darkened chamber
To the coffin, their last cold lair
He'll endeavore to arrest attention
by striking the closed iron door.

In terrors, in falling in slumber
Her picture appears in the dark
And hidden in shrouds, he's entangled
And remained and he rotted, erect.

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