Am I the black rose drafted evil vine?
In my minds eye I see dancing wolves,
In proud betrayal, Ooh how they pine;
In claven horror bidden graven hooves!
In darkling glow burning brighter than ever
Shaken is my heart, once thought so clever!
Howlings loud under the huntress moon,
Dark power will yet sacrifice servile being;
Bat wings flutter as yonder way does swoon
It deems foreshadowing and my foreseeing!
In darkling glow burning brighter than ever
Shaken is my heart, once thought so clever!
Harold Clapsaddle