i'm being saved by frank wrench

this is a song for a firefly fanfic. yes, that's what i've been working on writing recently.

Young Damien went riding
on All Hallow's even
for to meet with his darling Linnae.

His mother said, "Son,
you ride out with the sun,
lest from the true path you should stray, oh,
lest from the true path you should stray."

Listen well to the song
of Damien Leng,
who from the true pathway did stray--
Lady Fox's desire
laid him down by the fire--
he was the kindling and she was the flame.

Well, the moon lit the way
with her silver-white gaze
as Damien rode through the forest,

when just off of the path
he spied the red spark
of a flame, rising high, rising highest, oh,
of a red-burning flame rising highest.

Listen well to the song
of Damien Leng,
who from the true pathway did stray.
Lady Fox's desire
laid him down by the fire,
for he was the kindling and she was the flame.

And what did he see
in that light and that heat,
in the curl of the smoke from the flames,

but a woman so fair
with her long curling hair,
and a hand out for him to come claim, oh,
a hand out for him to come claim.

Listen well to the song
of Damien Leng,
who from the true pathway did stray;
Lady Fox's desire
led him into the fire,
for he was the kindling and she was the flame.

The wave does not race
to the sand with more force,
the tide to come in's not so ready,

and the voice of its sound
is less of its own
than Damien was of the lady, oh,
than Damien was of the lady.

Listen well to the song
of Damien Leng,
who from the true pathway did stray.
Lady Fox laid him down
on the ground, laid him long,
for he was the kindling and she was the flame.

And deep in the thick smoke
did she dig out his heart,
did she take it and make it her food?

and did he survive,
was he dead or alive
when he entered the depth of the wood,
when he entered the depth of the wood?