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Black September Lady

Oh, black September lady
in your cold December dress,
it seemed to be of purest white,
my spirit to impress.
Yet, it was truly satin black,
edged with widow's fine, black lace,
a shroud for your cold heart's beauty
neath your cold, white, heartless face.

Oh, black September lady
under August autumn skies,
you shed those poisoned, pearl-black tears
to hide your cold, black lies.
The love you gave was cold and cunning,
you tortured me so cruel.
Yet, still I yearned for more of you-
I, the stubborn fool.

Oh, black September lady,
dark, hollow memories you gave the world to see.
You accursed Devil`s siren,
black was your love for me.
Why never did we meet
in the warmth of summer sun?
Why only in the dead of night
to leave me cold and numb?

Oh, black September lady,
you gave me cold, harsh love
from a heart of hard, black steel
delivered with a velvet glove.
With this cold, black love
you haunt the blood of my every vein.
Yet, despite my pain, my hurt, my suffering,
tell me - when can I see you again?