Vocatum Lunam
I have heard the call, the call,
Her voice that shatters all,
Her light as silent as a grave
brings new life to my fall
I feel her prickle on my neck,
and her crawl under my skin.
Like a light that shine straight through
to the dark that's held within.
Her lights a voice, that denies choice
overwhelms my inner will
and destines me, on hollow path,
to my sanguine hell
Her haunting whispers like the tides
from the setting to the dawn
and on the rise of daylights bright
brings back the soul to mourn
For no-one knows Her moonlit sounds
like the children of the night
It's the silent scratching in your mind
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