Verses for a grim dark choir,
A song of crime and of desire:
He sailed across the ocean vast,
In some long forgotten past—
And met a maiden fair and true,
Or so he thought as their love grew—
Till one night is their marriage bed,
She bit his neck and bled him dead—
But entombed he realized,
Their love she had eternalized—
Beneath the pale, pallid moon,
He rose and walked out from his tomb,
And found his love and loved her dear,
More with every passing year—
They scourged the land like spreading fire,
For such was their true heart’s desire:
To create the world anew,
Where no one lived, save them two—
—A. A. Rubin
A. A. Rubin 