MAID OF THE MIST

 
BEWARE OF THE SHADOWLESS IF YOU PASS BY THE WOODS,
A SOUL UNRESTED , UNDONE WANDERS BY THE BROOK.
IN THE MOUNTAINSIDE , SHE ROAMS BENEATH THE BRIGHTEST NOONTIDE,
PENSIVELY SHE ROAMS , UNDER THE FADING TWILIGHT.
WHEN VULPINES CRY UNDER THE ECLIPSED MOONLIGHT,
IN SOLITUDE SHE WANDERS , UNTO THE DAWN OF THE DARKEST MIDNIGHT.
OAKS SLUMBER, PINES STEW , CROWS DIRGE IN WANING RUES,
MIST THICKENS, SOMBRE HUES , OCCULTED IN SILENCE RISES HER SILHOUETTE.
WINDS WISPER, STREAMLETS CASCADE IN FEAR,
OBSCURED IN EERIE SILENCE , HER WAILFUL CRIES SLOWLY FILL THE AIR.
HAIR WISPED, ENTANGLED , SKIN PALE AND OLD.
WITH TWISTED, CRIPPLED FEET SHE LIMPS , IN THE VALLIES DAMP AND COLD.
STREWN HAIR, SEVERED FLESH , AMASSED FETUSES , DISEASED IN DEMISE,
LONELY SHORES IN GRIM SUNSETS , GROTESQUES HER GHASTLY EYES.
AND IN THOSE EYES IF YOU EVER DARED TO DIVE,
SOME DROWNED TO INSANITY , OTHERS GAVE UP THEIR WILL TO LIVE.
MAID OF ... MAID OF THE MIST
MAID OF ... MAID OF THE MIST
WHEN YOU FEEL HER PRESENCE , WHEN YOU FEEL HER BESIDE,
YOU MAYST WILT YOUR FEAR , BUT WHERE SHALT YOU HIDE?
LIKE EVERY BLOODROP HAS EMPTIED ITS REDNESS,
LIKE EVERY THOUGHT HAS ESCAPED THE CONSCIOUSNESS.
HYMN O' ... HYMN O' MYTH
MAID OF ... MAID OF THE MIST.



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