When the Red Butterflies Fly
On a night in November with a full moon sky
There is a graveyard in
the Highlands where spirits fly
Scriptures of old are chanted by
the past
As they rise through the earth as the red ones are cast
Gravestones
levitate with precision and ease
As dark angels in black glide
through the trees
To a stone they surround as they circle above
Slowly
they transform into an ebony dark dove
Upon this stone it
perches as it awaits the await
For when the red butterflies fly, the
light they desecrate
The sky turns from night into a reddy dawn
As
the moon hits their red their spirits now flown
They land where
they land, guided by the dark dove
Their quest is to capture and lure
life's love
In the village near the graveyard on this November
night
A population in fear, in fright of their light
Before
the sun rises souls are drawn as if sprites
No care for the living,
their presence leaves blight
A new day starts as if the previous
night never happened
For when the red butterflies fly, come this
November night
You may be summoned
He Touched my Heart
I dreamt last night that I danced in the mist
Dressed in white it's always been my wish
He held me so close he touched my heart
This lovely man, tomorrow we start
He was dressed in black so handsome and tall
With dark swept hair, we danced as if in a ball
He spun me around as I felt my heart leap
This night never to end or I never to sleep
His hands so powerful but with a gentle touch
Caressing my nape oh I love so much
To the winds my breasts heaved, as he cupped his desires
Rising I was to his heightening higher
His ecstasy released, take me, take me all I say
As he releases in me to spend the rest of my days
I dreamt last night in the mist where I danced
I'm now a slave to my master, forever living in my trance
Six Sixty Six
Testament, Revelation
This darkness creation
His dark disciples
transfix
Six hundred threescore and six
His number is feared
In
the world of the light
He may be the saviour
Who's wrong, who's
right
Six one six
Also in history
To reveal it's reality
Open
it's mystery
This numbers power
Makes people react
The
righteous blaspheme
Their fears interact
Will there come a day
From
Hades they feast
Six sixty six
The number of the beast
Nightfall Awakens
A captured raven
Ignites the dark within her
Nightfall awakens
Out there, light lives forever
Will she survive or succumb
Even Butterflies Bleed
Don't go out Tonight
Don't go out tonight
If there's a full moon in the sky
You may never come back alive
When the ravens nightly fly
Never look to the moon
When they silhouette their shape
You'll be left with lunar blind
Your eyes in a darkened drape
Don't go out tonight
If there's a full moon in the sky
Unless you have no reason to return
Then if that's the case, you'll die
She Carried Red Roses
I recall the story I was told when so young
Of a girl so beautiful, her life barely begun
She was all but fifteen on her way home from school
Taken at will by a crazy mountain fool
She disappeared, assuming they both went to ground
There was many a search, she never was found
Days passed, and weeks into years
As our community moved on, only her family shed tears
Then came the day when my story was retold
Inside my mind my memories to unfold
In another town far away from the past
Across the street my eyes did cast
For I spotted a young lady, with her father I presumed
But something clicked as my past was resumed
Thinking back to the reports and the newspaper clips
She always carried red roses as they matched her red lips
Is that her, that fifteen year old girl
Across the road living a different world
Do I intervene or lets things be
Is she the girl from my past I see