The Wisp that haunts the fading Light
consumes the Midnight Sheen;
A vestige of impending Night
that writhes with Death and Dream
It followed you into the Wood.
It traced your Shadow’s Seam..
It chained you to a moon-starved Earth,
beneath the blackened Green.
I followed you into the Dark.
I tore at your Hands and Hair.
Yet the Light of Hell eclipsed your Eyes,
and left you buck-ass bare.