Under The Moonspell


At the caves of forgotten dreams,
On the shores of Valhalla,
She was lost and she was found,
But she never ran for cover.

Her hair flew in dark waves
Like drapes of black magic,
She could hear the dolphins cry
As she waited for her lover.

Underneath her smokey gaze
There laid a million years;
She will walk a million miles
With the starry nights above her.

There goes the Night Queen
In the kingdom of the forest;
She’s a folktale, unexplainable,
A moonspell flower.


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