A breath of lunar myths

A Breath Of Lunar Myths
Alone I wander... Swathed in lunar caress,
Following the path of the dark immortal kings.
A mantle of flaming ice clothes my innerself
As moonfogs descend to cover the earth
Beneath the lambent witch-lights above - I follow the ethereal call...now.

The enigmatic shadowed orb of dark splendour
Engulfs the lucent rays of the midnight moon
And benighted shapes crawl between the stones
- Encircling me, the grim ebon-eyed wolves...
I gaze deep into the
Freezing mists and vague images form beyond this
Timeless veil of frost.

Alone I wander... Swathed in lunar caress,
Following the path of the dark immortal kings.
A mantle of flaming ice clothes my innerself
As moonfogs descend to cover the earth beneath the
Lambent witch-lights above - I follow the ethereal call.

I stand beneath the stars behold dark slumbering sorceries
Unknown to mankind since a time before time
- And the blazing eyes of the dak immortal kings watch me...

Darksome sorceries empower me with sublime strength.
As the encirclement becomes closer
The virgin snow becomes spattered with spilled hot blood
- As I die a legend is born for another generation to follow.