memory

shadows take us haunting when the moon is in your eyes
and sad and sallow creatures beguile us with their lies
who would take a summer’s night and hold it in their hand
would find the weird and wonderful lie far beyond command

and summer love is you and I and all the myriad here
dressed in dark disguises and caparisoned with fear
we feel the night time flowing though we have no hope to hold
our souls have been discarded and our futures have been sold

but come with me my pretty one and rest your weary bones
upon a bed of marble a pillow made of stones
we’ll play no more as dilettantes the time for that has gone
the world welcomes disaster though our memory lingers on

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