The Dark Lady - Rick Miller

Behold the dark lady\nAs she enters the room\nShe’s speaking to no one\nIn this festering gloom\nAs the darkness falls\nThrough the earth he crawls\nRising from the grave\nOne less soul to save\nHow oft when thou, my music, music play’st\nUpon that blessed wood whose motion sounds\nWith thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st\nThe wiry concord that mine ear confounds\nWithout the dark of night\nHow can she see the light?\nLiving in a dream\nNo one can hear her scream\nShadow at the door\nBlood upon the floor\nRoll the loaded dice\nTime to pay the price