Lady Eleanor

As she played, magicians sitting lotus on the floor,
Belly dancing beauty with a power driven saw.
Had my share of nightmares,
Didn't think there could be much more.
Then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Eleanor.

She tied my eyes with a ribbon,
Of a silken ghostly thread.
I gaze with troubled vision,
On an old four poster bed.
Where Eleanor had risen to kiss the neck below my head,
And bid me come along with her to the land of the dancing dead.

But its alright Lady Eleanor,
Alright Lady Eleanor.
I'm alright where I am.

She gazed with loving beauty,
Like a mother to a son.
Like living, dying, seeing,
Being all rolled into one.
Then all at once I heard some music,
Playing in my bones.
The same old song I'd heard for years,
Reminding me of home.

But its alright Lady Eleanor,
Alright Lady Eleanor.
I'm alright where I am.

Then creeping on towards me,
Licking lips with tongues of fire.
A host of golden demons,
Screaming lust and base desire.
And when it seemed for certain,
That the screams could get no higher.
I heard a voice above the rest,
Screaming you're a liar.

But its alright Lady Eleanor,
Alright Lady Eleanor,
I'm alright here in your arms.