Blackest Blue Moon

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She rose from the waters

Of course she was wet !

Her hair mingled in moss

Rigor mortis ? Not yet !

I stood to be cautious

My heart cried out in fear

FOOL ! don't go any closer

This is certainly most weird

She left watery footsteps

As she ascended the hill

To the abandon cemetery

Where all rested so still

There on a knoll

She spread out a cover

Sat down and awaited her lover

A screech by a cat

A hoot of the owl

And in the air

A stench , evil and foul

She rose to her feet

As he appeared in the gloom

They embraced

By the light of the moon

His eyes were live coals

His breath sulphur hot

His clothes were impeccable

His skin dried and taut

Together they sat

But there was nary a word

When he bent over and kissed her

There was a sizzling heard

He stripped her bare

Of her watery rags

And then made unholy love

It sure made me gag

The clouds in the sky

How quickly they flew

The moon was so embarrassed

That he turned the blackest blue