Many's the night I've rattled my chains,
let my hollow voice ring from the halls.
I've scared maidens, defenestrated swains,
my wide dark eyes eviscerate hell's walls.
In the wandering of my undeath, while
mortal boys meld flesh to mortal beds,
I promise my unquiet love that I'll
take revenge, burning in her stead
those who sent her into a pit of earth.
But for this young girl, asleep, her hair spread
like angel's wings, I lament the death
meant for her forebears. But my wife bled
and now I'm caught 'twixt rival destinies:
my wife or heaven: which do I please?
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