As the full moon rises
to its nocturnal throne.
The children of the night
awaken to weave their web
of gothic enchantments.
Through the shadows they creep,
whispering their dark
secrets on the night winds.
My path is a soulful one,
my heart is true and wise…
I celebrate the fertile earth,
and see with open eyes…
I seek the mysteries of the moon,
and dance beneath its gaze…