Vision Ghost - Her Dark Turning

Crystal waters that do refine
Drank the blood of her deepest wine
Calling, drawing her soul to me
Undo these bounds to be free
Attracted by the flowers bloom
Closer to this darkest doom

Gates wide open to welcome her
Upon the steps of pure silver And the bard and his talisman
Making music across this land
Every step was her echoing
Of her heart and blood eternal flowing

The moss and green covered walls
Theyv seen too many winters fall
Of her crown and moon silver dress
I dream of her hands, fingers caress
Indeed I am needing much
Of her gentle feministic touch

Inquistive eyes ponder her
Every creature