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The Dark Serenade

And the pallid stone whispers an ageless presence, verily by Ailla's moon arise
scribed upon pale pages of eterinity-by-night
my black ink deepens her dark blood
in autumnal moonlight
'neath witch's sky
where fallen leaves
doth stir and scrape forlorn
their deathly scent now swathed the winds
unlife, the season mourns

by nightfall's grasp and
azure streams that glint
'mid gnarled trees
greyblack with age
with laden hint of
dark ambrosial sage
there stood her hut, midst moon and stream - for town was cast abroad
mid trodden paths and witch's winds that wild grass enclaws
caressed
the blade at her side
wherein etched in cold steel
her enchantments reside
the stars they glint silver
her splendor forever
in nightshade
in fall
and by fervent desires
entwine - her dark sorcery
ravage thy foes in dusk's infinite dreams
and mid fields she doth stride in calmness this night
gazing intently through
feral jade eyes

so beheld the path that her senses espyed
as the pale aging brush gently swept by her sides
the gyres of autumn her presence bewitched
in subsisting her Mana's eternal eclipse

and by wind, earth and storm
ancient her lore
of shadow illusion
and dusken swept moors
silhottes the stride by her harvest in hand;
the Carum and Henbane in delicate strands
and onward she trod
westward by lure
of inscents enveloped
and hearth light glimmer

thus stands her hovel as warm hues pore through its cracks
casting athwart this night in carnal dance
they flicker afore her presence
as she accedes their touch
conveying its calmity amid the straw woven roof
light smoke billows unto the night and moon
feathered silver-blue
smoke; the scent of magic's intent
and returned as she, to elixir-filled shelves
and black grimoires of dusk
bound leather 'pon the dias
gazes fading pale pages
of fate

unkown to all but the wisest of man
behest the knowledge of she
whose magic and beauty decants to autumn
for all eternity
her secretive vale enshouded and lost
behind echos of magic and blood
the endearing guise and season's demise
entwines the vampiric facade
and arcane in art, their sinews doth grow
and the frailty of shadow is cleft
by aeons of study is her craft replete
and dark gifts and black feats grow adept

lo; her harvest clasped betwixed claws
components in inscenting sights
thrust unto black liquid churns
augery unto the night
lay open the tome
it's blooded pages awhisper
in torch light waning
she espies jagged runes of old
equations arcane
symbols depicting the plead for sight
clarity raised she focused her gaze
the shard of scrying
clenched in smoke
she held above the churn
and fallen leaves of autumn rose
their numbers to return to branches
that once held their sway in life
and seasons past for time eclipsed
omniscient sight as visions now amassed

from within the shard
there passed ashen clouds
darkest of omens devoid of time
she gazed unto signs, death-ridden skies
currents of sorrow
as to leaves upon stone
inherent of death
perversion of life
reflected this place as the dark hood of fate
and her presnce he felt, in magic he coursed
the dark hood now turned gazing back black ichor

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