In the wee hourComing out of a barDown an alley of hazeI saw a face I checked my watchAnd struck a matchFor it was too coldAnd I was not so bold Still I ventured forthNot knowing that it was the fourthThe fatal step was takenOn a promise that should not have been broken Trudging along ever more drearilyWanting to see that face clearlyI had gone too deep into the mazeBefore realizing the folly of my ways It was no longer mistyAnd the path that lay before me wasn’t twistyYet my eyes glistenedWhen I saw what the moon emblazoned Yonder the graves had grown greenPainting a ghastly sceneI saw the name…