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Click hereCome, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid
We'll sleep until dusk wakes our souls
Under the longing light of Luna's love
Wearing night's forbidden veil of darkness
So let go of fruitless fears my darling
The stars in the evening sky will guide us
As we wander freely in the darkling hour
Inbetween the cold earth and silent moon
Where the dark and light intertwine
Birthing immortality into our pagan souls
Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid
We'll bathe in love's blissful moonlight
That transforms water into crimson wine
Above intoxicated souls sweetly singing
Below the waxing moon throwing shadows
Over silver stars hanging in Her silkened sky
Where souls dance freely in the darkling hour
Night will divine the sweet nectars of Bacchus
That will bissfully flow from ripened vines
Drunk upon love we'll be become one unto thine
Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid
We'll make love until our senibilities are gone
Inside Bonnie and Clyde's abandoned tomb
Unveiled I'll pretend to be your beautiful bride
You'll condescend to my handsome groom
Together on our blessed honeymoon night
An immaculate deception in the darkling hour
Our depraved love will be consecrated
On the starlight of the Moon Goddess
Who lives inside the shadows of desire
Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid
We'll enjoy sweet absinthe until dawn
Then dance upon these holy grounds
Over sleeping souls in this lost and found
I don't think they'll mind six feet under
Where changing seasons don't affect 'em
As they sleep eternal in the darkling hour
Come fly with the Green Fairy across the night
Inbetween the sleeping earth and enchanting sky
Where whispers are heard and dreams are born
Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid
We'll drink from life's fountain of youth
That flows freely through Gaia's veins
Taste the elixir that has eluded mankind
Immortality will live on the breath of our lips
As we kiss the divine with our mortal minds
Forever we shall live in the darkling hour
Where love never dies undead we shall become
Eternally roaming the hollows of the sacred earth
Searching for all that was lost and never found
Come, come my darling
Come with me to my cold, cold grave
Come, come my darling
Come with me don't be the least afraid
- by Savannah Skye...
"Where souls dance freely in the darkling hour".... thanks for the invite, haha, but alas I must decline
Just checked the calendar; nope, it's not yet Halloween though this piece is loaded with such images as the undead and loving in a cemetary.