Beguiling she lay in soft, sweet repose
Adorned in silken finery, young, fair
Her skin alabaster, ankles to nose
Topped by flowing locks of long golden hair
Each black eve’ I would conjure this mirage
To sleep was terror, to wake dreading night
Her eyes wide open, I oft’ smell the corsage
Perchance to dream, yet one more hellish night
Intent innocent the night I killed her
Insanity knows not voice of reason
‘T was green eyed I raged, and she so demure
Purity profaned…murderous treason
Misunderstanding…kissed old friend on boat
Chimerical hands now constrict my throat
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