Candle Light

Sometimes in the thick of the night I gaze at the moon
No one here but I seem to hear a distant tune
No lover in my arms in this month of June
In my dreams it all seems to unwind too soon,

Impressions of my life in this lonely room
Can't see through the darkness and the gloom
But I'm sure somewhere there's an ancient tomb
Where the buried bodies are of the bride and groom,

Singing all alone into the darkness of the night
Without a warm body or the flicker of candle light
How could this be? All the coldness of a winter bite
Disturbing those fading memories of delight,

Was it all an illusion when she called you to her bed?
Now you're like a lingering ghost so full of dread
No answers from the past that echo inside your head
Just the dampness you feel from where you bled,

And when she calls you into the woods so dreary and dark
She becomes a Banshee and you've been kissing tree bark
Now you're just an old man making his way through the park
Wishing you and your mate were aboard Noah's Ark.

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