She Is His Queen of Dark

Silence in my ears, soundless void
the lands before me sleep and rot
I sit and wait, I have waited too long
distant winds play a grotesque song

a lost wind is my tortured mind
phantoms smile of most horrific kind
a shape lingers on the cloistered path
I've made a vow to her, so she hath

I have done the deed, I still wait
he lies 'neath a mud-stained crape
the chill bites me more and more
cold licks my lips like a lusty whore

it is midnight and she hasn't arrived
sightless shades my tears dried
the thoughts of you help me forget
the cello that plays is for the dead

it's after 12, the owl looks into my eyes
formless clouds creep upon the skies
the cold blade I feel inside my heart
you're finally here, my queen of dark.  




~ Epilogue ~

Silence in her ears, soundless void
the graves before her sleep and rot
she calmly sits, she's waited too long
her cello plays a triumphant song.