Rain a torrent, the storm unquiet
In the night an organ plays
As the ghost of Poe stalks the halls
Lined with faces black and white
8×10’s full of fright,
The musics lifts, chills, inspires
Creating tales told so late by roaring fires.
I challenge sleep to come take my soul
Dare dreams and nightmares bold
Will I find you in those shadowy places?
See the passion upon our faces?
In this sanctuary where memory stains
With its haunting music and echoing refrains?
Take my mind, my soul, my body no more
Ungracious lover, frightful whore
That howls beyond my window, that claws so darkly upon my door,
I hear the wind, the rain that pours
Feel my heart love you all the more
The spell cast wide the ties that bind
Finds you chained within my mind,
A finger placed upon my lips as my hands found your hips,
Close my eyes to my own disguise, feel sharp teeth bite and nip
Hear the laughter feel the scorn
Night forever! When comes the morn?