On a night not fit for a man or a mouse
Barnabas strolls through the garden and nears the house
His true love did jump from Widows' Hill
And being cursed by a witch he is living still
He comes out at dusk and never at dawn
With his cane in hand he crosses the lawn
His dream is to remodel the house next door
They ask what he wants with that eye sore
Soon his lust does build for a young woman he sees
She reminds him so much of Josette DuPres
From the house of dark shadows he prowls at night
In his hunger for blood near the town hall light
And the one who unchained him is down on his knees
Making promises with prayers like poetry
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