The Dark Shroud Left Behind by Charles E S Fairey When I died I was left behind When my spirit left my body I was left behind When what was left was resurrected I was left behind When I awake each gruesome night I realise I was left behind The dark shroud left behind. I venture from my dark grave at night Back to where I lived when in the light I was the part of the person purgatory took My soul didn't want me it was just my story of luck The dark shroud left behind. Today a dark man with a golden symbol upon his head Told me I was all that was left, like a serpent's skin from myself shred He asked me why do I come back home and sit in solitude, and said Why sit in sadness, why not go and explore, inhabit the living, and paint the world red He said I was the dark shroud left behind. He took me by the hand and we danced away, He said, like Dracula you should play in the endless night, If not, he would absorb me like the shaman he is, the Lord of Fae So that one day he could use his legions, playing enticing with hooven delight, He said I was the dark shroud left behind. The world I heard said, why’s he just gone mad and all dark aloud, He said, well if ya won't play and dance the night away, I'll curse and shout and scare you away, He likened the two scenarios like the border morris, enticing all dark to come out to play aroused, And if ya dance with them you should dance with me, or if ya want to suffer sad solitude, in your dreams sleep all day He said I was the dark shroud left behind. He sent me away with much to dream Much to think upon and much to do This dark life I was left behind, I was so sad and solemn and broken, He seemed to know me more than the angels, more than the demons knew, I hope next night I venture out, I remember what to do, and dance and play and drink and smoke, like Dracula awoken I was the dark shroud left behind! |
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