London After Midnight

Oh the witching time,
like a blackened pearl.
Oh how useless seem
the offers of this world.
A shroud is wrapped and bound,
to Gallows led away
though innocence is mine.
The dog will have his day.
All the Love turned to Hate,
the blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late.
Oh wits misery,
the madness of your stay.
The best revenge,
a price which you must pay.