It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony 

I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods 



The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs 

Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods 

I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia 

Show me, again, your sweet face 

Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether 

Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death 



She had spoken to the dawn 

Her words wisped in tongues of the wind 



And then silence... 

Pale clouds betrothed the dawn 

Black rain fell 

The birds wore masks 



The haunting stain of her woe 

Had burned itself into the oak 

Night had gone 

Bereaved, I was torn for her 



One last time I witnessed her beauty in the distance 

The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown swaying in the loathsome winter

breeze 

She faded before my eyes 

Since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight 

And the melancholy rain still pours forever on...