White Willow Lord Of Night
Come dance with me through the mists of night
To the dark and slumbering woodlands
Where roam the nocturnal, spectral beasts
Drawn by their master's calling
Black ivy climbs up the broken walls
Where a castle once presided
The glare of the stars through velvet sky
Lends life to rotting ruins
Of dew and mold we shall spin a dream
That will match a demon's fancy
A whisper from ancient hollow stones
Of fairy rings and phantoms
Keep close to me for the wind is still
And the Lord of Night is calling
A gift I have brought on New Moon's Eve
Of innocence and pale skin
