Lady Ligeia from Hopeful Monsters by Charlie Nieland

Lady Ligeia

La la lady Ligeia

Lady Ligeia
White as ivory
Blackest hair and strangely divine

Her voice was music
I lost myself in
Those luminous eyes

La la lady Ligeia

Lady Ligeia
She knew secrets
The vastness of form

Her voice was the deepest
But she was fading
In the rush of the storm

The night that she died
She told me
As she grew so ill

"We yield ourselves to the Angels
We only die because our feeble will"

We only die because our feeble will

After months of aimless wandering
I found myself in darkest grandeur
An abbey in the deepest England
Driven by my heart abandoned

Marrying fair haired Rowena
I led her from the wedding alter
To the cursed bridal chamber
Never to replace Ligeia

Lofty walls and ghastly figures
Haunted her into the bedroom
She fell ill into the fever
My opium dreams they came and took me

She grew pale and then she grew still
Grief took me then she awakened
Raven black tresses fell down the bed
There she was no longer dead

La la lady Ligeia
La la lady Ligeia

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