I do not desire the kiss of death by a serpent
Show its mark upon your hand
Nor the bite of the yellow scorpion be visible to the eye
With its stinging red brand
I will not invite willingly with intent
Disease in disguise to befall you
For I know the songs
That dark shadows sing
Oh so quietly they call to you
Instead, I lay this curse upon you
By my hand, no blood will I let
Shall you forever be beleaguered
By the emotion that destroys completely
That of perpetual regret.
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