Look to see the beauty there
Whether clothed or often bare
Singing songs of subjects strong:
A lovely twisted melody.
And such we call the lady there
Of sharpened teeth and long dark hair
Who sweetly sighs of eaten eyes
And shredded flesh in hidden lairs
And folk devoured live, oft whole,
Or pleasures with a wicked toll,
Or bodies shaped and oddly changed
Or giantkin well and deranged-
She speaks the stories of the strange
And whispers lies in loving guise
Or happy tidings falsely utters
While emotion elsewhere lies
And hates indeed some things she mutters.
But the Lady relishes too
Things of horrors through and through
And kind can be, if she should see,
What she percieves as decency.
Then look you now and listen well
To hear what Worlds the Wordss will tell
And whether Heavens, Homes, or Hells
You'll learn of Twisted Melody.
And though she was the melancholy
Fierce joy suspends catastrophe
And moonlight pendants at the shore
May indicate Melody's door.
Take never my word but learn yo