Hollenthon Lure - Pallida Mors
Gleaming droplets douse the mead bringing with its breeze the scent Of weeping willows Babylon bedding down for winter's chill Like two young lovers intertwined in the frivolity of life Leaned one over with gallant whisper betrothed domains of ceaseless time Coaxing her to drop her veil to shroud his cloak around her frailty As two together become one to ride the winds of no tomorrow Coquette mortality enraptured a beam of light adorned her lips With head leaned back welcomed her captor inhaled the sweet October mist Caressing gently hallowed bodies undulate for Dusk to see Not yet kissed the waning siren as Azrael waits patiently For pendulum must swing away from transient fear-uncertainty Although he holds with timeless hands the siren soul safe in his palms
