On a rainy night so dreary,
Very quiet and very eerie,
I walked through the cemetery.
Like a mindless clone,
I just walked through.
Visiting my widowed
Eleanora Blue.
She just sat by a tombstone,
Which bore my name.
And even alive,
I could never be tamed.
That led to my death,
my arrogance and oppression.
And now my wife sits,
in somber depression.
I bend down,
and put my see through arms around her.
She still weeps,
and I stay quietly with her.
For if I show that i'm here,
I'm afraid that'd be too much to bare.
And as far as she's concerned,
I am no more than a body burned.
And focusing as best as I can,
I take the stake she holds in her hand.
I lift it to her chest so slowly,
And pushed it in her heart so bony.
She shall join me very soon,
And then we will live under a blood stained moon.