Love Song of the Lugubrious Gondolier

Good night my little darkling,  rest peacefully, sleep tight;

follow the dwindling light, but don’t let the vampires bite

Their mouths besmirched red, though promising life, bear the curse of the undead

Rest easy in your narrow bed, mind not tiny feet, which round the rim tread

Red-hot-skinned putti, threshing webbed wings; coriaceous and sooty

Whose sole, solemn duty is to safe-keep and guard a moribund beauty

Black vitric stars die when you close your kohl-ed eyes,

their unison cry is doused in your mortal sighs

Black lustrous locks spread upon the bolster beneath your head

Their jetty strands thread into the penumbrae your dark dreams shed

Lest I appear to be remiss, pray, allow me this last good-night kiss

Upon your lips–a moment’s bliss!–ere you plunge into the abyss

Fret not my dying dear for I shall deftly punt and steer

Your anima from what you fear, as  a psychopmop-cum-gondolier

O’er the vast and Stygian streams, the lake of fire that carries and breams

Our funereal ferry, past groping teams of bedeviled souls as you lull in their screams

A Venetian funerary gondola from the 1930's.

A Venetian funerary gondola from the 1930’s.

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