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At Autumn's first dying leaf
You can find her there

At the graveyard

When tombstones gently swirl in mists
You can find her there

At the graveyard

This lunar phase
Casts its glow on her pale flesh
Deathly shivers
Creep across me at her caress
In sordid mists
We cling onto our last breath
In love and death
We deny ourselves

Her scent lingers, the smell of Autumn leaves
Burning on the soggy ground, drifting through the trees
A chain of rubies draped across her skin
Compliments the scarlet eyes eager with sin
Wailing spectres tremble at her passing
As lovers cling to each other, poisoned kissing
Lips pressed against the slowly rusting mesh
Two forked tongues, sweetly, caressing the flesh

Jack O' Lanterns
Grin despair on fresh dug graves
Her essence burns
In cast light ere break of day
Fluttering flames
Haunting visions in my head
Dance with the dead
She won't be denied

Half-Life or undeath
The only answer
She danses, she danses
Cemetery Dancer
Masking the macabre
Covenant manser
She danses, she danses
Cemetery Dancer

At Autumn's first dying leaf
You can find her there

At the graveyard

When tombstones gently swirl in mists
You can find her there

At the graveyard

The biting cold
Brings goosebumps to the surface
I stand erect
There, as I behold her grace
Those brittle scrolls
Always fails to seize the light
Within the night
With graveyard leather

Murder city madness burning in veins
Collapsed in torment, left alone, diminished and grey
The cannibal feasting beneath the mold
With the discarded bones left out in the cold
She spits contempt with religious curses
And listens, patiently, to rambling verses
She fucks and sucks beneath the crooked cross
Death and decay, surely, dipped in her gloss

Her cruel mourning
Depraved in the winter sun
It stills the heart
In her writhing moans and cum
Upon a star
She wishes for malcontent
Sin and laments
Beats against the drums

Half-Life or undeath
The only answer
She danses, she danses
Cemetery Dancer
Masking the macabre
Covenant manser
She danses, she danses
Cemetery Dancer

At Autumn's first dying leaf
You can find her there

At the graveyard

When tombstones gently swirl in mists
You can find her there

At  the graveyard

(c) 2015 Frank Green


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