HAMPTON RENAISSANCE

Jezebel Blues

IV the Poet

 

Beautifully Black would sing to me at night

Her ballads of a love unforgiving 

Her tales tell of a man worth killing 

To some, but others felt passions so right 

Beautifully Black was at odds with life 

Though her faith was unfulfilling 

She'd cry to the stars all night through the ceiling

And the whole of the bar held sight 

At some point she had left the stage empty

And as everyone drank, I had not sipped 

A full glass of beer yet I had drank none 

Because Beautifully Black wrote back to me

I held her the night after her blood dripped Before I laid her right next to our son