She dances with the moonlight

In a ring with the silent forest

and the stars' jewels

embroidered in her ethereal garment



From silver lips chameleon thoughts

transmitted to the deepest cave

the sanctuary of the sleeping dragon

Slowly recovering its wounded mind

from the false reflections

of a broken mirror



I will cross the moat

that keeps our worlds apart

May your nebulus hands be my shroud

Succubus Priestess

In me you taste your past

In you I experience my future



Her touch is the cold breeze

that numbs my carnal disguise

and makes the glow inside

to blaze up and spread



Torches blend with misty blue

to celebrate the birth

our bond is sealed in red

our kiss is the everlasting moments