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