Halls of the Dark Muse

Dancing Souls

We sang softly
in the rain
the moon's eye
risen above
shadows dancing
in the hidden hallows
where the graves
lie waiting
dreary in a distant haze
awakened by the moving soul
touched by love
but never forgetting
the twisted trails
tears stained in blood
the transcended one
the Tower of Ivory
the House of Gold
a subtle passion beating
purity without innocence
the most honest truth
slipping between the drops
we wandering souls
touched and yet untouched