Sing the Dying Mark
G.L. Snodgrass
She rose from the depths of hell
Chasing me thru the night
From her golden hair fell
A sickly, deadly light
Her horse of the dark fairy folk
Nothing but steam and pitch
Black as Newcastle Coke
Carried the screaming bitch
Banging upon her silver shield
Seeking her old lover
Someone for her to yield
Craving someone to cover
Away she cried, gleaming sword in hand
Away, for all you that lack
Heed my merry band
For I am coming back
Charging, leaping across the air
Her flaming eyes ablaze
Come, my one true fair
Demons we will raise
They followed, her demon hoard
Scratch clawing back to life
Followed her flaming sword
My dead, conniving wife
I died that night
A thousand deaths of hurt
Running from her light
Buried beneath the dirt
My loving wife turned against me
She searches for my soul
All who see her will surely flee
Clawing thru the coal
Hell hides me from her screaming cry
Cowering in the dark
Forever will they fly?
As I sing the dying mark
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