автор: Esoterica

The scent of flames is all over me...But still I remember:
I heard your laughter
years ago and after
my life is ended
My soul splendent
is only wishing you
wandering right through
the dark forest
with the eophonic
spirits and all
every other fool.

Here is the splendid fortress
of my Dark mistress
Her black morbid soul
is what I need at all

Her helm -a black rose
Her shield of silver
with a winded browse
of red steel
She is beautiful more than ever

My Mistress,my Queen,my Shadow
Your dress of snow,like a spider-web
is catching me.In your spell I am falling
Like spilled moonlight is your look
Like the mourning of a mountain stream
your voice seems to me,even though it creepy,eerie,mystic.

I love you, my life-taking bride from Hell!