From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection?
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like wind through trees beckons
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence
Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight
You are lust incarnate
In the sweat of my bed
The eastern sky hints of dawning
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
Oh how I hate the morning
What an amazing passage that is. Beautiful and sexy.
From the panes a green mist swirls Is it a shadow of reflection? This apparition in moon beams bathed A voice like wind through trees beckons Cool rain on hot summer stone The odor fills my presence Of freshly dug grave and death and night These things are her essence Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste My goddess of the violet twilight You are lust incarnate In the sweat of my bed The eastern sky hints of dawning Alone and awake but exhausted I lie Oh how I hate the morning
What an amazing passage that is. Beautiful and sexy.