Dreams Of Dark Thoughts

The children of the night
Stalk in lascivious lust
In search of nocturnal pleasure

What sleep is here?
Inside these souls
Where cold winds blow
And frozen stars that guild Astarte’s pall

Through their swirling dreams
Nuit’s children come, to haunt with me
To haunt as one
To stalk the thoughts of Man
To where they die
TO WHERE THEY DIE!