Meet me at The Meddler's Gate
Beneath the midnight flame.
At long, long last we shall be one,
Together once again.
While wedding vows we did not take
Follow them anyway.
Backhand the sickle, I will not part
Without my love, I pray.
Your father may not want you here,
Did everything to quell
The burning love that we possess
Of which poets could never tell.
A pearl choker I could never give
My feelings to express,
But with carved, clotted rubies at your neck
And a tomb shroud as a dress
The casket seals our passions in
To light a frozen tomb.
I as yours and you as mine
Until the edge of doom.
Although my face is cold as stone
My heart still beats for you,
So meet me at The Meddler's Gate
Cry not and meet me soon.
Oh, meet me at The Meddler's Gate
Be true my love, be true.
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