Out of a lifeless crowd,
Came a ravishing face he couldn't resist.
Mocking his sadness to a sweet spell,
She wore the veil of a drifting mist.

The moon just turned an arc,
To assist the boatman to find his shore,
Treading on a sea of million faces.
As the chaotic waves drifted along the aquatic floor.

The avalenche of his worse fate,
Forged by the curse of the Voodoo Doll.
Abetted the misery to spun its web,
As he sickened under the breeze of this cold fall.

But thou he slept in the nefarious chambers,
His eyes wore curtains to the sea.
When through her reflection at the windows,
Was his chained soul set free.