He dreams, while the pale light dies down,
Pale enchantment, held him sleepy eyed,
Tears of the thought, of enchantments cold
Imprisoned, in a black, pergatoral trance.
Shadows fall, upon the slumbered earth,
Cast beneath, mountains, of wolverinous dirge,
The blisses of dreams, so pure and deep,
Of her who died, in darkness far away.

Gracefully she comes, sweeping in
I'm dreaming upon an intimacy that goes beyond belief,
And although the witch torments my dreams,
My sexual desire, burns...
Stark terror, has gripped me,
Held rigid, in a paralysis of fear.
Murderous eyes, piercing sharp,
Forever plaguing, my slumbers.

Queen of the night, my grace thrall,
Vulgar huntress, terrible in beauty,
Never before known, such a romance
Ah, the sweet intimacies of love.
My blood in thy throbbing veins
Vernal vivality, among the breeze
Lips of fever, parched for drink
From this vessel seek relief
When your time, to depart draws near
The graveyard beckons, her nocturnal soul
To sleep among, the swirling mist flecked ground
Where the twilight, secrets are aroused.

In our dreams we drift into the dusken night
Through our embrace we hear distant cries
Of the tortured spectres of the forest
Screaming for our love to cease.
Spiritual eroticism
Lust for the living dead
Haunting nightly visitations
Draining life and strength
Some day my love shall kill me
For my life is to her
In our love
That puts all mortals to shame.

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