Light me a candle

For, my soul has gone

The dark came & took it

Upon the breath of a song

 

Twas the whisper of witches

In my fertile ear

Who picked the sweet fruit

Of my low-hanging fear

 

And they grew me a forest

For my charmed mind to dwell

Whilst my body committed

Itself unto Hell

 

And the blood kept on flowing

'Till the day I awoke:

Trussed up in a jacket

Laughing at their cruel joke