Darkened weary eve.

It was not the harrowing raven calling that caught his eye this weary eve,

nor the scratching alley cat, who's look could quite deceive

It wasn't that midwind scream so muffled, nor the pooling blood like stream

But the distant shadows following, that spoke within his dreams

Could darkness coat the light of night, where closing eyes do come to rest He felt it pounding viciously like a knife right through his chest,

The sabotage of fancy codes those the stars had offered last

The shadows of his exposure, women of his past

Where would lady's hide he thought, they glimmer like that evening moon

And I would smell that bitter scent, in waves of sweet perfume

In shadows by the corners like ghosts within the darkened loom,

never peace nor comfort here but smothered now with gloom

What had he done to cause this haunt, but haunt them with desired flames He can't remember their faces, but knows of all their names

Such a thing to break a heart, like poison comes to kill it's pray

He sleeps the days of light In holding hours day

Not one eye does shut by night, the shadows of their conjured souls

Like old blankets worn and tattered with many ,many holes,

Apparently he knows no different and claim those ghosts don't know him well

Yet they've come to taunt his love and drag him straight to hell

So every night the shadows come, and he may walk the alley side, and there they wait the whitest shade of deaths sweet murdered pride,

in gowns of floral crimson lips, the shadows darkest as their hair

To wait for love, his only love For nothing can repair

Until his done with breaking hearts, the ravens follow those lady brides And in that river of rushing red , discovered It was his blood that there resides

And that is how the story ends, this Casanova and his bride's It wasn't that raven harrowing this weary darkened eve,

it wasn't the alley cat, who looks could so deceive ,

It was the souls of his past love, that caused him pain , such pain without reprive

The shadows passing took his breath No longer did he breathe

For any love they loved him most and pain they felt inside,

the moment that it come to end, they heard his wretched cries

That was the end of Casanova, the closing of his eyes was done,

for all the shadows loved And only loved but one.