In This Dank Crypt ...

In this dank crypt I lay my grieving head
And close my weary eyes against the light,
For I'm a creature of the darkest night,
Inspiring naught but hate, disgust, and dread.
Reluctantly my black cloak I have shed --
I nonetheless can ne'er be ought that's bright,
Can ne'er deserve her to my love requite ...
Can only wish it had been me instead.
That eve from highest tower we both fell,
But into love the fall was only one --
She was my foe, my soul, my moon, my sun.
The tolling bells a tragic tale do tell ...
That our one-sided dance at last is done ...
Oh bloody bloody bloody bloody hell!