Burning foliage of the old.
Intoxication of sulfur and mulled wine
Reading a prophecy awaiting a sign.
Howling moon chants
As white drapes dance
Hypnotic state a witch’s trance.
This veil a thin web
Walks the living and the dead.
Candle burn on my window sill
The Queen Banshee passes with a Screeching Shill
Underworld passes on the grave misty hill.