Lo! âNeath the gibbous moonâs unhallowed glow,
Where specters wail upon the midnightâs air,
A wretched soul in tempest wonders slow,
With hollowed eyes and tangled blood-clad hair.
Betwixt yon yew, where ashen gravestones weep,
The damp earth groans âneath footsteps soft yet dire;
A voice unholy slithers from the deep,
A whispered dirge, the hymn of lost desire.
âWhat wretched fate hath summon...