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Her Portrait Eyes |
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In the darkest corner at the
deathly side of night
Still haunted by his past the count deplored
without respite
Lit by candelabra sifting through tomes of
the dead
He recited scripts iniquitous in wicked
tongues and hex |
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Under light of the moon there
grew a disquieting mood
As mammatus clouds loomed clad in the
darkest of hues
It seemed the storm had arrived bringing the
bleak skies to life
Thunderous bellows to provide a pulsing
theme for the night
Dressed in naught but his shame the count
drew blood from a slave
Bled her upon an altar as bait, a gift for
the devils to claim
Should they arise from the depths of
whichever hell they transgress
A seeping mist soon grew dense and cast the
room in darkness |
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From the shadow grew a
contorted figure of deathly pall
Risen from beyond to hear the counts
relentless call
To offer him relief from the grief that had
amassed within
To see her face one final time and quench
his thirst again |
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FAUST
“Come to me ghoul, break the stranglehold
The grip of death upon her fragile soul” |
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Mephisto glared a thousand
daggers at this impending Faust
But spoke in almost sombre tones when
addressing the dishevelled Count… |
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MEPHISTO
“We shall strike a deal and on my
terms shall you be damned
But for this price I will grant you any wish
that you demand” |
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FAUST
“Grant me a glimpse upon my bride whom
wrongly died for sins
Her portrait eyes painted black as coal by
those heartless charlatans” |
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Mephisto’s eyes flickered
fires, burning sulphur filled the air
The Devil’s presence fading as his Faust
wished in despair: |
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FAUST
“Bring her back to me and take what I
behold
It matters not to me, let your price for her
be known
What you wish is yours, for her I’d sell my
soul” |
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And so the pact was sealed
and poured away the shades of life
For the Count who fell to darkness now a
Devil’s concubine… |
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