(Is it wrong to kiss and tell?)
I long to break the spell
She lured me in
And cured nothing
Meaning all but well
Mistress of ill-fate
Makes work for idle thumbs
Distress and pain create
The things to which she succumbs
The grave dancer
Corpse-romancer
Necromancer
Evelyn
Oh, I’ve grown so stiff
These past few years
No remorse to show with
Her serpentine tears
Wished for a child
Upon the dimmest star
Her mind grew wild
As she cursed me from afar
Gothic-dressed
Enchantress
Who’ll impress
Evelyn?
She’s in disguise
With jaded eyes
Please spin no lies
To Evelyn