Halls of the Dark Muse

Dark Lady

Her eyes spoke of diamonds
as she looked into the sky
but her love I knew was illusion
a vision I wished would never die

Her hair was like a dream
bedecked in twilight
while her voice would sing
a lament of ethereal beings

But within her soul I knew
shadows dwelled
for she lived in an ebony tower
constructed of graven bone

Her heart was chilled deep as ice
and when she smiled fear
inspired, trembling to the core

But my adoration she always
had, and where she led I followed
her beauty was that of an
enchantress

And I knew someday she
would have my heart out
but like a child I was lost
when not under her guiding hand.