The Curse of Edgar Allan Poe
The sky it turned black and the crow's cawd in dark reels
As I strolled with my love on the moonlit promenade
We were just seventeen didn't know what it'd mean
To be scared of the night whispering
And when I look back, yes
When I recall the folly of the night
And the wicked spell of it all; I remember my darling
Withering dying in my arms as the dead became once again the living
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve
How wonderful to delight in the terror
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream
How dreadful the plight of our error
We thought it was safe just a little midnight stroll
The beasts of the night were all quiet in their holes
Except then we discovered that we were not alone
A lone stalker did stalk us and sent shivers through our bones
You said let's turn back and I strongly objected
Because with God on our side we will always be protected
But that was a mistake, for with our slow pace, we suddenly encountered
A band of one hundred or more
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve
How wonderful to delight in the terror
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream
How dreadful the plight of our error
We began to run as we realized we were hunted
By the hungry mass of a thousand living dead corpses
I remember you then as you tripped on your dress
And I shamefully left you for dead
I hid behind a gravestone a lowly mausoleum
And on the inscription read here lies Edgar Allen Poe
And I knew then as I know now the hell of the night which we had composed
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve
How wonderful to delight in the terror
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream
How dreadful the plight of our error
Once the site was cleared and their appetite was quenched
I sat beside my dying love as she slowly turned into one of them
I whispered I love you, I'm so sorry, and I took a knife through her head
As I strolled with my love on the moonlit promenade
We were just seventeen didn't know what it'd mean
To be scared of the night whispering
And when I look back, yes
When I recall the folly of the night
And the wicked spell of it all; I remember my darling
Withering dying in my arms as the dead became once again the living
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve
How wonderful to delight in the terror
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream
How dreadful the plight of our error
We thought it was safe just a little midnight stroll
The beasts of the night were all quiet in their holes
Except then we discovered that we were not alone
A lone stalker did stalk us and sent shivers through our bones
You said let's turn back and I strongly objected
Because with God on our side we will always be protected
But that was a mistake, for with our slow pace, we suddenly encountered
A band of one hundred or more
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve
How wonderful to delight in the terror
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream
How dreadful the plight of our error
We began to run as we realized we were hunted
By the hungry mass of a thousand living dead corpses
I remember you then as you tripped on your dress
And I shamefully left you for dead
I hid behind a gravestone a lowly mausoleum
And on the inscription read here lies Edgar Allen Poe
And I knew then as I know now the hell of the night which we had composed
How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve
How wonderful to delight in the terror
And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream
How dreadful the plight of our error
Once the site was cleared and their appetite was quenched
I sat beside my dying love as she slowly turned into one of them
I whispered I love you, I'm so sorry, and I took a knife through her head
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Writer(s): John Luczak
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