She came to it as the moon waxed
She dreamt of it when it waned
She asked it for dark secrets on the dark terrain.
Resembling a shadow she stole away
From room to room and from her castle gray.
The full moon rose with pale blue light
The raven screeched to her "not tonight".
Beyond the rock and over the rotted bridge
Foreboding figures appeared on the ridge.
Her heart dropped, but it was too late
She had unlatched the lock on the graveyard gate.
It creaked and squeaked and to her horror
The figures stopped dancing, all looked towards her.
"She's the one" it said to them
It was not a tree, but a man.
The graveyard sung with great delight
The angel of darkness had come to light.
Dear sweet angel you've strayed too far
You can never go back now that you know our secrets...
As black as tar.
Notes: This poem came to me in a very mysterious way. I sat down to write, and I just heard this poem coming to me in my head, as if someone was whispering it to me. For that reason, I feel it was a gift from someone, and they wanted it to be in the world. It's pretty dark, but it's special. It was transferred to me, through me, but it doesn't feel right to call it mine if you can understand me. I decided to publish it here, just in time for the coming Halloween/Samhain time of year. Written down in 1987.
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