CAMELOT FANTASIES

CRESCENT RIGHTS

Crescent ov the night, magic is in the air.
Beautiful the pair, blacken by the eclipse blight.
Mystical is it's  right, visions will appear.
The beating ov the fear, is touching ov the pain.
The ivory peers, embedded deep.
Into the splendors, ov your skin.
Dripping ov the veins, crimson perseveres.
As the drips rain, explanatory is the sins.
With the taste ov your soul, with you I become complete.
No longer am I weak, I am now in control.