I found her in the midnight hour
Handing roses to the tragic
In the melancholy shadows
Underneath the old clock tower

The chimes knelled of tired madness
At the hour I bought her flowers
And in the heavy silence spoke
In somber tones of slow sadness

For a pale pearl necklace she said
I’ll follow you from here to home
Arm-in-arm, pallid jewels at her throat
Into the darkness she was led

In her silk hair the pearls are wound
Luminescent locks turned ruby
In fresh blood and dark red petals
And her lovely lips make no sound
 
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