Tell Me It Isn't True

Tell me it isn't true...
It can't be her who's lying there,
She was in my arms just moments ago,
I never done it, I swear!
Please wake me from this nightmare!

Tell me it was just a dream,
Sordid shapes dancing around my mind,
Prompting a capricious whim,
Impulsive thoughts to unbind
The moorings that kept the rage inside!

A little voice inside my head
Was teasing me with morbid stories,
It laughed a nervous cackle and said,
"Wouldn't you just love the glory
"Of a bloody night in the cemetery?"

And as this night was Halloween,
I tendered to my friends, the game of chicken,
Where the ghosts were seen
To wander where lost souls remain,
Beyond the gates of the Devil's domain!

A witch's chant was sung by all,
To ready us for the ghostly romance,
The enchantment of the Devils' disciples,
Who'd lead us in their merry dance.
Still frivolous, we entered the trance!

And we did dine on wine and passion,
We passed the grass and laughed like children,
Sense was dealt in meagre ration,
Just a pinch from the hand of the soup dragon
Stirred up in her crazy cauldron!

And the old hippy-child of the moon,
Burned her candles and rattled her beads,
As figures danced in the misty gloom,
They twisted, turned and spun in our heads,
Crying the wails of the dead!

A mind-blowing demon that rose from the fire,
Tormented our souls with madness in mind,
An orgy of violence and lust filled desire,
Too late to go back, too late to rescind,
As the Devil dealt his terror in kind!

And fire burned into the night,
Encouraged by the tolling bell
That called for human sacrifice,
Fed by the acrid burning smell,
Of the rotting of the flesh of Hell!

Snippets of memory prevail,
Unbelievable though they are,
Of burning fire and banshee wails,
A sacrifice on a funeral pyre,
Burned alive for mutual desire!