Darkness Is A Virtue Poem by Lady Viola Of The Grave

There are things in life better left untold
in the side of the house
where the old lady stands
there is a lavish of darkness
coming your way

Love is forsaken
but stories are true
the old lady sings
with streeks of sadness

she thinks that there is nothing
for thou she is true
if only there was some body
just like you

For she lives in the house
where she stands to hurt you
if only you live
were sadness is a virtue