The Songs of Venomira

Lamment Of the Silent Wanderer

When trees whisper
When magic surrounds me
I’ll know the place
Where I was born to be
Where orphans cannot
be kings or queens
Where nothing is ever
quite as it seems
A place where an angel
may cause me harm
a place where I look at
a pale face in alarm
Where vampires run free
and slaves are sold
A person’s freedom
is worth so much gold
Where sprites once danced
‘neath leaves and falls
Where loudly were heard
the phoenix’s calls
Where the world has died
and the magic gone dark
A place that strikes terror
into my heart
That’s when I’m home
in the place I was birthed
That’s when I know
there’ll be no more mirth
That is the place
I will never return
The place where a demon’s
kisses will burn
The place I’m a slave
though I was born free
the place where
there is no virginity That’s Venomira
the place where I was born
A world that is dead
it’s people forlorn