I skip hand and glove with the night
dance with shadows in the pale moonlight
my star maiden with her black veil starts to chant
I become twisted to the macabre and for her I dance

Twelve wolves gather on the hillside and start to howl
a bell chimes the welcome to my mystic midnight
I spill my warm blood in a protective circle around me
joining my brothers and sisters in our dark parliament

I am overjoyed to have been chosen
so I break the seal and open the casket
inside is a skull a quill and some parchment
and a note saying, welcome to the world of the macabre


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)