Sorceress Of The Elswaith

Beneath the pale wandering eye,

Where shadows live and die,

There lies a lake where no creature will tread,

The surface reflects nothing, save trembling stars,

The shores are white as bones,

And the wind laments and moans,

No mortal will sip or step,

And return to tell of where evil had crept.

They say she dwells therein-

More than woman, the queen of night,

Twisted beauty of ancient sin,

And unblessed is her way,

Her eyes reflect the storm afflicted sea,

Where ships are splintered,

Her lips, blood red, are without a smile,

She is the mistress of revile. 

Her castle is said, built of blackest glass,

And rises from depths, no line could chart,

No man has spoke her vile name,

Without cold shiver in his heart,

She sings, it is said, in purple hour,

In a voice only the soon dead hear,

And above her dirge, stars forget,

To shine, for even they hold fear. 

I saw her once, this I know,

When lost upon high mountain trail,

Where twisted trees in darkness stood,

And hid the path 'neath mist and veil,

She stood a statue upon the ridge,

So fair and all alone-

Yet I knew, in the depths,

Hellfire burned without control. 

She spoke not a word, but to feel,

Her voice was merlot to my throat,

And though it burned, I wanted to reach,

A shape of a wife, behind dark disguise,

She beckoned but I could not stay,

Heaven won, I feld away,

But ever since, I dream,

And in my waking, yet believe.

And years have passed, my hair is snow,

My blade is rust, my aspirations dead,

Yet still I dream every night-

The Queen of Darkness, web of sin,

The taste of her lips doom,

And her way is death and tomb,

Nothing more I lust than to walk,

And be her thrall, forevermore.