The Lovers
Bask and bathe
In river red
Lay down to sleep
In fire’s bed
I tell a tale
Of lovers lost
A legend of death
At twice the cost
Muse of beauty
So lovesome indeed
A look at her visage
One’s heart doth soon bleed
Prompt and denying
Through the sea of her suiters
She saw a man leaving
But her words left sooner
Come, she told him
Her voice hit his ear
He turned his head quickly
And she drew him in near
She whispered sweet nothings
And he fell every time
She sang him a song
And she rhymed him a rhyme
She had him hooked
For he was now so in love
He could not quite tell
Whom she reminded him of
Someone he knew
Of great fame, she was
An angel, he thought
Or something above
But in fact he was wrong
And soon he could tell
She was no angel
But a shadow from Hell
He remembered her quick
And tried to draw back
He had known her before
She was dead, he knew that
His former flame
Whom he had burnt out
Yes, he was sure this was her
Of this, he had no doubt
He had gotten bored
But she loved him so
When he told her to leave
She did not want to go
He snuffed out her light
And buried her deep
Now the woman was here
And began to quiet weep
She grabbed the man’s arm
And opened up the floor
Engulfing them in flames
And they both were seen no more
Bask and bathe
In river red
Lay down to sleep
In fire’s bed
I finish my tale
And plead you of this
Remember your past
I ask, I insist
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