Dry sands rise and cry
As the cold breeze swirls around
Tree leaves shiver and die
The frozen lake melts with fear
A distant bell calls the sign
Coming of the dark sinister time
Agony of the blooming flower
Marks the return of her black power
Her shadow swallows the guarding walls
Her eyes burn down things she stares
Black fumes rise through her footsteps
The gates to her throne have opened
A light flickers in an old tower
Two eyes watching her sail
over the grass like witches of Salem
The eyes belong to me
And I am longing for you
Come my queen of witches
The pain of my loneliness drained away...
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