On this algid brumal night,
As the moon was barely white,
She gazed so tenderly at me
With a stark and petrifying glare.

For on this eve of eldritch scare,
Her eyes have swallowed all the light,
As she set the shadows to roam free,
With a ruthless wicked glee.

The goddess of the dark and grim,
Softly crooning deathly hymns,
She fiercely rules the gloomy murk,
Commanding all the nightly devils.

In grisly sacrilege and death she revels,
On witching hours drab and dim,
When the crows and ravens chirk,
And her shadowed servants lurk.