Little Morbid Morgan was a melancholy lad
Other kids were merry, but Morgan’s heart was sad
His brain was always brooding on thoughts as black as coal
The only thing ‘twas darker than his mind ‘twas his soul
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On the thirteenth of the month he’d sit beside a tomb
In an old forgotten graveyard surrounded by the gloom
He’d crank the rusty handle of a tiny music player
Then the touching, tinkling strains would drift upon the air
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Somewhere out of the night an apparition would appear
A radiant, diaphanous figure who was draped in gossamer
She would float about the graves as little Morgan crooned,
“White Lady, could you, White Lady, would you, tell me of your doom?”
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“It was in the dead of winter, the snow was falling down
Like little drops of clouds to form a blanket on the ground.
The people of the village were huddled with each other
The young Reverend Smythe had stopped to pray for Mother.”
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“He sat and read his Bible and then he joined our meal
He told my worried father how his faith would help her heal.
He was smitten by my beauty and I by his charm
Before I knew what happened, he lured me to the barn.”
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“The passions of the flesh overcame the strictures of the mind
His Anglican values gave way to pleasures for a time.
I was left defiled, the guilt would duly take its toll
Darkness and depression were like weights upon my soul.”
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“Consumed by misery and ashamed for being so beguiled
But the real scandal was when I found that I was with a child.
And all about the gossip started that descended upon me
The Reverend Smythe could not be charged, it must be sorcery.”
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“They drug me through the village with curses that were vile,
Accused me of witchcraft and held a mockery of a trial.
And so it was, betrayed, abused and blighted in the soul,
I was made to pay the reverend’s sin upon the gallows’ pole.”
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Little Morbid Morgan heaved a heavy sigh of grief
The White Lady’s tragedy was distressing and sad beyond belief
He watched her go back to her grave then he mused aloud,
“Life is futile and so unfair, we wrapped within her shroud.
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“With its heartache and its heartbreak through pain and through strife
I take solace in this knowledge; I know that I’m alive!”
Morgan rose and sauntered on, of course his heart was sad
For Morbid Morgan always was a melancholy lad.
Visions of the Dark 