In the light of ths stars
After the moon of duck
At the stroke of midnight
In hightened lust
A fading shadow
A darkened glome
Thesoftest whisper
Of pending doom
A drop of blood
A fatal cry
A flashing light
Fills the sky
In the darkness fighting
Demons that posses her
A dark and shrivled hand
Reaches out to caress her
But then abis
Collides and finds her
The darkness comes
To keep and bind her