La belle ensorceleuse du lac
Greetings fellow wanderer
Rest your boots and sit by the hill side
And listen to my tale
As we daze off into the the fading light
The woods they began to grow cold
I followed to the unknown
To witches and magicians
To fairies and to ghost.
I went chasing for these spirits
Summend them from the deepest parts
Of these twisting and winding hollows
To the darkness of my heart
I began to play with magic
Like good little Catholic boys do not
And reflect upon those tragic souls
That time hath forgot
But they were treasures to behold
The majesty behind their eyes
Hinted to other wonders
Beyond mere mortal lives.
It grew then toward the dead of night
The bewitching hour was near
As i traveled through these hollows
On the wickedest night of the year.
So i did fly to offer my soul
And become like one of them
Who controls their destiny
And bend it to their wim
The ritual now in cession
The darkness did stretch on
As I waved goodbye to the world I once knew
For now it was gone.
So i began to walk amongst the spirits
A fairy child in a joyous spree
As we walk Amongst this moonlight path
To the lake where i was free
The siren lead me to the lake,
To wash my feet along it's banks,
As i sit there listening to the midnight breeze. And the melody it brings.
Soon I began travel even further towards the the center and the cave.
As I did grow closer,
Towards my watery grave.
Slowly I was dragged under
By this forbidding hand
As i was further pulled
By the treacherous sands.
The strangeness of this night intrigued oneself
As it latches onto me
And pulled me further from my home
And away from sanity
And I did approached the cave,
Dazed and in a trance
Of melancholy happiness
By the wood nymphs who did prance
And whisper little things to me about the treasure that lies inside
If this magical cavern
Hidden from ordinary eyes.
And so I ventured onward
Where an opening in the structure
Allowed the pale moon to seep in
There I found a maiden like no other
I drew closer to this maiden,
Our hearts drenched in the moonlight,
And all of natures beauty,
On this all hallows night.
And then the maiden offered me her hand
And whispered a ghostly plee
As she brought me to the grips of sheer insanity.
And we basked in the pale light,
I and this wondrous angel,
As I asked her what she called herself,
She whispered solemnly Rachael.
Then the maiden sealed my fate.
In an act the solemnest
As I felt her blissful curse
Upon my naked lips.
And then I did awake in that cold dark wood,
Amongst the hollowed trees,
That rustles with distant whispers,
Of the autumn breeze.
So here I am to this day,
And as the day grows old,
I must continue my search for this ghostly maiden.
Who hath stolen my soul
