The darkness lurks like primordial soup who
had forgoten from where it came.

Its midnight in the garden and the starlit eyes
of the beast feast on you again.

Innocent but not so pure, raw lust but no cure
How can it be that she became so demure

Hot breath draws near, she sheds a single tear
her loins beg to be ripped and he smells the fear

I am the beast he whispered on to her neck
her mouth was dry but her eyes leaked and wept

I Know, I know in a low moan she did speak
I have waited here for you so long, you
are the one I seek.

In this dark garden I am yours, take my soul and my life
make me your whore and your wife, but never leave me
my Master, for you are my light.
Lord Hemloc