Moonfog Realms

Moon,
mirror of the mans soul, reflected
Inspirer of the bitter wines
Under yours, impudent view, you contemplated
Battles and witchcraft, awry
Moon,
eternally follow, knight errant
Black mystery, e'er searching barren wastes
Darkened by warriors and lords

The fog veiled in,
e'er a night, triumphant
Sing to my realms, Dawns dark mourning song
That spread far and wide, until lunar waned
"What becomes of the moon as she dies..?"
Damn the daylight with the burning of welkin
Reflecting my battles with conquested w****s
But that light won't consume
the ice that lives in my being
or seduce my soul steeped in glorious blood.

In the ceremonial circle, we pray to Diana
Our sweet, silver Goddess in veil of black lace
The night complimented with a beatific vision'
heat incandescent, candles to pyres
Of symbols raised in ecclesiastic weakness
Falling under our looks and our power

"We are fallen angels, searching beyond
moonfog realm´s"