Dancing The Tarantula

Bring all the hours in One by one they go Someone to lose or win Who but fate will know? Flowers have fallen to dark Gone to the lonely hour Wingless is this lark Seedless is this flower Bring in twilight fresh Where shadows can dance Pondered your deadly flesh Make it paler and blanch Emptiness is going by Filling the corners of old Closing the gleaming sky Ghosts from the dim unfold Cry not a tear for me Halfway into the ground Stranger from black sea Open to susceptible wound Dancing the tarantula With every dark and deep Feeling like the Dracula As he rose up from sleep