When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake

And the mists steal in with ease

Covened

Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette

So adept was unspoken Man

At dusting ledgers of the seraphim

That Lilith swept across the broken

I pace, alone

In a place for the dead

Overcome by woe

And here, I've grown

So fond of dread

That I swear it's heaven

Oh sweet

He would rise triumphant

All done up

On a plume of raven wings

Trafficking

"Mirror, mirror on the wall

Shouldn't not grave pleasures be my all?

For if I shall see thy Will be done

Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"

Three

Snuffed tapers sighed

As Death left impressing

His crest of cold tears on the Countess

Benighted like ill-fated Usher

The House of Bathory shrouded

'Neath griefs

Lurking in the shade

Of dark and fragrant trees

Shirking from the rage

That tore the heavens free

A vagrant Angel

His with span to see

The garden swell

Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done, as in heaven, so on earth.

Give

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait

Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees

As this