La belle ensorceleuse du lac

Greetings fellow wanderer

Rest your boots and sit by the hill side

And listen to my tale

As we daze off into the the fading light

The woods they began to grow cold

I followed to the unknown

To witches and magicians

To fairies and to ghost.

I went chasing for these spirits

Summend them from the deepest parts

Of these twisting and winding hollows

To the darkness of my heart

I began to play with magic

Like good little Catholic boys do not

And reflect upon those tragic souls

That time hath forgot

But they were treasures to behold

The majesty behind their eyes

Hinted to other wonders

Beyond mere mortal lives.

It grew then toward the dead of night

The bewitching hour was near

As i traveled through these hollows

On the wickedest night of the year.

So i did fly to offer my soul

And become like one of them

Who controls their destiny

And bend it to their wim

The ritual now in cession

The darkness did stretch on

As I waved goodbye to the world I once knew

For now it was gone.

So i began to walk amongst the spirits

A fairy child in a joyous spree

As we walk Amongst this moonlight path

To the lake where i was free

The siren lead me to the lake,

To wash my feet along it's banks,

As i sit there listening to the midnight breeze. And the melody it brings.

Soon I began travel even further towards the the center and the cave.

As I did grow closer,

Towards my watery grave.

Slowly I was dragged under

By this forbidding hand

As i was further pulled

By the treacherous sands.

The strangeness of this night intrigued oneself

As it latches onto me

And pulled me further from my home

And away from sanity

And I did approached the cave,

Dazed and in a trance

Of melancholy happiness

By the wood nymphs who did prance

And whisper little things to me about the treasure that lies inside

If this magical cavern

Hidden from ordinary eyes.

And so I ventured onward

Where an opening in the structure

Allowed the pale moon to seep in

There I found a maiden like no other

I drew closer to this maiden,

Our hearts drenched in the moonlight,

And all of natures beauty,

On this all hallows night.

And then the maiden offered me her hand

And whispered a ghostly plee

As she brought me to the grips of sheer insanity.

And we basked in the pale light,

I and this wondrous angel,

As I asked her what she called herself,

She whispered solemnly Rachael.

Then the maiden sealed my fate.

In an act the solemnest

As I felt her blissful curse

Upon my naked lips.

And then I did awake in that cold dark wood,

Amongst the hollowed trees,

That rustles with distant whispers,

Of the autumn breeze.

So here I am to this day,

And as the day grows old,

I must continue my search for this ghostly maiden.

Who hath stolen my soul