Up on the hill
In picturesque light
Lies peaceful, still
A burial site

The gateway creaks
I scare myself
Some doubtful peeks
The clock strikes twelve

Ancient ground
And mossy rocks
A smell unsound
A grave unlocks

Oldest sin
Palest skin
Ageless grin
death!

Ruthless Lust
Without disgust
Dirt and dust
A romance with the grave

The fog lies thick
And moon does rise
Her antique chique
Glares in my eyes

A first shy kiss
And silent moans
In the abyss
The coffin groans

In close embrace
Desires deep
And for her grace
In joy I weep

Oldest sin
Palest skin
Ageless grin
death!

Ruthless Lust
Without disgust
Dirt and dust
A romance with the grave