Once upon a night so clearly — lit with moonly might and merry,
Did I behold a sight so very — very quaint and less a bore.
While I watched, so gently sipping — tears behind my eyes near weeping,
As she watched another, smiling — Smile did she whom I adore.
Smile did she and nothing more.
With a voice so soft and tender, did he speak, this apt pretender,
Speak and smile, he did beguile. Speak and smile and drink some more.
There she sat in graceful sitting, hands beneath her jaw supporting
As pretender kept on speaking — Smile did she just as before.
Smile did she and nothing more.
Thus, the gabble flowed unending, bottles came and left in spending,
Words did slow to picky rendering, as pretender stopped to pour.
Hasty changes in his sitting, led to him beside her, lusting,
With dead eyes did he sit drooling — Smile did she as he explored,
Smile did she and nothing more.
As the room thinned out in number, like a fire leaves an ember,
There they sat as I remember, as pretender did explore.
Then I sipped, my head reclining, last of devil’s juice in pining.
With dead eyes did I start feeling! — Smile did she, my heart she bore.
Smile did she and nothing more.
Feeling — feeling blank and dreary, yes, I felt at peace, ’twas eerie,
Smile did I devoid of pity — at a man to be no more.
Steadily I got to standing, hand on pistol, heart beat rising,
With a bang did he start bleeding — Smile did she, the last I saw.
Smile did she forever more