I carried my own coffin

To the place where I lay to rest

Wolves howled their death song

The last breath escaped my chest

By the light of the moon

Corpses rose from their grave

Dancing their erotic dance

Singing of the brave.

Every woman I had ever touched

Became a spider in my web

Whispering to me words of deceit

And false love filling my head

Ravens formed a semi circle

Behind the altar stone

A sacrifice to yours truly

Of flesh, blood, and bone.

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I can imagine what is going on in this poem... It's sad and peaceful at the same time.