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Elizabeth is Calling
I was in my study when James knocked on the door
Was his nightly habit should I require more
Then he would retire to his rooms for the night
And I'd sip my sherry by the firelight
Maids helped my Caroline to bed each night at eight
But it had to be my habit to stay up very late
I'd stare into the fire pondering my life
Weighing what I'd traded when I wed my wife
Every night at midnight Elizabeth would call
Seemed time could not erase me from her mind at all
Just two days from the altar at time of my flight
When I'd discovered her; t'was a horrifying sight
I'd heard a low commotion, saw a light on in the barn
And opened up the door to see what was going on
She stood naked in a pentagram scratched into the floor
Wild-eyed she was and a stranger I'd never seen before
There was, of course, the altar - not of God but of below
And a young girl bound to it, I thought I didn't know
I grabbed a whip off a nail and madly began to swing
Trying to slash at Elizabeth but struck a lantern in the ring
The barn erupted into flames and Elizabeth as well
Not so much enjoying the flames she sought of Hell
But I went for the innocent one who was to the altar bound
Turned out she was my Caroline, slightly burned but sound
Elizabeth survived, but her face is now monstrously scarred
She hides in her hovel at sign of light braving only dark
She arrives each night at midnight, knocks timidly on my door
And I give to her what it is she comes each nightly for
Her mind was lost in the fire along with all her beauty
So she comes each night to my door and has become my duty
To forgive her nightly as she asks, though she knows not why
My face too horribly scarred - what I'd traded for my precious wife.
Hurried through it, so meter is off. Sorry, will do a re-write as required.
Elizabeth is Calling
I was in my study when James knocked on the door
Was his nightly habit should I require more
Then he would retire to his rooms for the night
And I'd sip my sherry by the firelight
Maids helped my Caroline to bed each night at eight
But it had to be my habit to stay up very late
I'd stare into the fire pondering my life
Weighing what I'd traded when I wed my wife
Every night at midnight Elizabeth would call
Seemed time could not erase me from her mind at all
Just two days from the altar at time of my flight
When I'd discovered her; t'was a horrifying sight
I'd heard a low commotion, saw a light on in the barn
And opened up the door to see what was going on
She stood naked in a pentagram scratched into the floor
Wild-eyed she was and a stranger I'd never seen before
There was, of course, the altar - not of God but of below
And a young girl bound to it, I thought I didn't know
I grabbed a whip off a nail and madly began to swing
Trying to slash at Elizabeth but struck a lantern in the ring
The barn erupted into flames and Elizabeth as well
Not so much enjoying the flames she sought of Hell
But I went for the innocent one who was to the altar bound
Turned out she was my Caroline, slightly burned but sound
Elizabeth survived, but her face is now monstrously scarred
She hides in her hovel at sign of light braving only dark
She arrives each night at midnight, knocks timidly on my door
And I give to her what it is she comes each nightly for
Her mind was lost in the fire along with all her beauty
So she comes each night to my door and has become my duty
To forgive her nightly as she asks, though she knows not why
My face too horribly scarred - what I'd traded for my precious wife.
Hurried through it, so meter is off. Sorry, will do a re-write as required.