Poems from beyond the grave...

Re written Scarborough fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Where the wind doth blow through your hair
Where the sun doth shine on your smooth pale skin,
When do you think the fair will begin?

Your dark brown eyes change to a blood red.
You take a weapon that you can shed
The light your eyes becomes a disguise
When they all become paralyzed

I turn to you in gratitude,
I thought several times, I love you,
I recognize the look in your eyes
I blushed rapidly as I saw the disguise.

I kneel before the Earl of Hell,
You see now I can tell,
Then I alone walked to the river
You followed me there and i shivered

You knelt before me, my loving one,
You offered me a vial, filled with your blood,
You smiled and held out a ring,
I then mentally screamed.

I nodded and smiled at your kind, warm heart
You sighed and said, 'where do we start?'
I blushed and kissed the Earl of Hell
That is our story, You won't ever tell.