Be-Witched

Hear the haunting theronade

Like a chant through a timeless abyss

Or the cries from the wolves from the

Long lost woods

Moon-less nights caress her

In shades of a nocturnal beauty

She dances on cemetary ground

Be-witched by the wistful tunes of thy dark

Enslaving eyes of a whistful darkness

Calls me as a silent prayer

She is the one of nocturnal beauty

Force me to become her slave

Take - me on your journey

She was a woman in black lace

Dancing like a raven around the mountain side

And the music of her wistful songs

Or laughter, or cries

And out of the skies above me

A creature - a face turned down unto me

Closer and closer - then so near

And when she again raised

She caressed me and lead us into a lustful dance

In circles bigger and bigger

Higher up - into the moonless skies

And I joined her on her journey to hades