She'll walk through the night
Like the whispering wind,
Starting at twilight
Until the new day begins.
Searching for love lost, never found
As she glides quietly across the ground.
Silently she gazes through my window
Calling, beckoning me to arise from my pillow.
I hear her voice, weeping.
I arise from where I lay sleeping
To move across the moonlit room,
Towards the sultry voice, my imminent doom.
Written by Blades of Darkness & Danielle Nightshade