Beautiful stranger, black in the night
Wavering from my line of sight
Blackened branches under pale moonlight
Casting shadows; delight delight
Weaving through the pale blue mist
Thy grace and majesty a wonderful twist
Walk behind thee, I could not resist
Thy hand in my hair; sweet lips kissed.
Casting thy spell, thou lure me slow
Basking in thy red afterglow
The noise in the branches shout, bellow
Weeping stories, Weeping Willow
Amongst the tree, the shrub and creeper
I saw that thou art a soul keeper
Yet my vain love grew deeper and deeper
I fell in love with the feared Grim Reaper
Beautiful stranger, black in the night
Wavering from my line of sight
Blackened branches under pale moonlight
Death is but of relieved delight.
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