The Curse of Edgar Allan Poe

The sky it turned black and the crow's cawd in dark reels As I strolled with my love on the moonlit promenade We were just seventeen didn't know what it'd mean To be scared of the night whispering And when I look back, yes When I recall the folly of the night And the wicked spell of it all; I remember my darling Withering dying in my arms as the dead became once again the living How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve How wonderful to delight in the terror And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream How dreadful the plight of our error We thought it was safe just a little midnight stroll The beasts of the night were all quiet in their holes Except then we discovered that we were not alone A lone stalker did stalk us and sent shivers through our bones You said let's turn back and I strongly objected Because with God on our side we will always be protected But that was a mistake, for with our slow pace, we suddenly encountered A band of one hundred or more How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve How wonderful to delight in the terror And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream How dreadful the plight of our error We began to run as we realized we were hunted By the hungry mass of a thousand living dead corpses I remember you then as you tripped on your dress And I shamefully left you for dead I hid behind a gravestone a lowly mausoleum And on the inscription read here lies Edgar Allen Poe And I knew then as I know now the hell of the night which we had composed How strange is the night in the opaque black of hallows eve How wonderful to delight in the terror And how deadly a fright we encountered in that dream How dreadful the plight of our error Once the site was cleared and their appetite was quenched I sat beside my dying love as she slowly turned into one of them I whispered I love you, I'm so sorry, and I took a knife through her head