The Shadow of the Mare
She walks through darkness with sullied grace
In negligee sewn with silk black lace
Her hair it falls down as autumn red
She’s with pagan rites of us to wed
Let us slide the deep shadow of doom
And I’ll ride the mare upon the dark moon
We’ll hide like angels shamed and fallen
Let us abide by our faith stolen
Beautiful soft creature of the night
Combining pure darkness with sharp fright
Our thoughts as one and of instinct whole
Without conscience, nay without a soul
You are my Lilith as I am Caine
Your pulse a smooth current through my veins
Open your vessel for us to drink
Prepare for the new towards the brink
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