Lady of the New Moon

Hopeless in the snare of the irresistible.

Lady of the New Moon
Criss Dane



Only on the darkest nights
Or somewhere in my dreams
Alluring scents and fiery flights
Come forth from shadowed streams

From somewhere deep within my dreams
Beneath a foggy shawl
And coming forth from shadowed streams
I hear my lady’s call

Beneath the foggy shawl
A plaything of the fates
I hear my lady’s call
And run to where she waits

A plaything of the fates
Reduced to primal essence
I run to where she waits
As others watch in silence

Seduced in primal essence
While feral shades descend
The others watch in silence
As I embrace my end

While feral shades descend
And all remaining reason blurs
I joyfully embrace my end
For I was always hers

The last of reason blurs
In alluring scents and fiery flights
For I was always hers
But only on the darkest nights