by Gerard Nerval The Thirteenth returns Once more she is the first; And she is still the only one, or is this the only moment; For you are surely queen, first a...

Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken The flowers were all...

by Charles Baudelaire No rage, no rancor: I shall beat you as butchers fell an ox, as Moses smote the rock in Horeb- I shall make you weep, and by the waters ...

The devil has designed my death And is waiting to be sure Plenty of his black sheep died Before he finds a cure Oh Lord Jesus Do you think I served my time? Th...

O, Death O, Death Won't you spare me over til another year Well what is this that I can't see With ice cold hands takin' hold of me Well I am death, none can ex...