Black is the Colour
A variation on the traditional folk song, for a friend
Black is the colour of my true love's heart
His face so harsh tears you apart
The sharpest knives in the strongest hands
I love the bodies where he stands
Oh he loved his lover and well they know
And now he stalks them where they go
And so I hope that the time will come
When death and they will be as one.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green
But pain like this he's never seen
And so he hopes that the time will come
When death and they will be as one.
He goes to the Fayre not to mourn and weep
For satisfied he'll never sleep
Till on the ground they all do lie
They'll suffer death ten thousand times
Oh he loved his lover and well they know
And now he stalks them where they go
The sharpest knives in the strongest hands
I love the bodies where he stands
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(OC Author - Sally Pryce)