i was sleeping sweetly till i heard strange sound trumpets of some deadly thing approaching a november cold wind in her eye she walked a shadowy figurine on storm wracked road as she walked slow and deliberate dressed all in black she held a dozen bones of a bird that flew she held a dozen bones of a man that ran none escape her hand not in noonday sun or riding by the fog bound moon in the night you can find her stirring pestilence on cookfire along the river road with the mother of all decay for company she asked me in a frail voice what is it that you see...what darkness binds me i said all manner of beast crawls your pale skin all manner of shadow calls your heart home i said you are a walking open grave she smiled and brushed cold finger on my lip promise of a deep kiss that made my very soul shudder that made me howl in heart deep terrors fled that dark dream with its tastes of death fled here to noon day sun long as i keep the sun overhead maybe ill see her comin and run