The Darkness
I hear him call my name
I hear him beckoning to me
Come to me, my child, come to me.
I stand still
In the thralls of darkness
His darkness
Uncanningly warm despite the coldness.
I feel his warmth approaching
And with a slight quiver
I embrace the darkness
An open invitation into his arms.
The Darkness
There is a charm to him
Enthralling is The Darkness
That he would choose me as his bride.
The Darkness
You can fear him or you can love him
You can hate him or you can be a part of him
The choice is yours.
The Darkness
I shant not fear him
I shant not hate him
I shall accept his invitation to be his bride, The Bride of Darkness.
