A Romance With The Grave - The Vision Bleak

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