Black Star

In quiet dank she stoops alone
A silhouette by candlelight
She shapes upon the dusty floor
An intricate design

Silently she works her hands
Caring not to mar the lines
Passionately slaves away
Within the sacred circle

Quick and light are her feet
To dance among the patterns
She loses in her subtle trance
The will to end the rite

Flickering by golden flame
A shadow slowly rising
It blots the ground on which she traced
The sigil of her lover

Seeping forth it claims the air
The dust it spreads asunder
To make itself of flesh and bone
It takes this new soul hostage

With fear filled eyes she begs its mercy
But none would she be granted
In an act of wanton lust
It enters her completely

Slave to its will she moves alone
Out into the four winds
She puts the earth beneath her feet
A world there is to conquer

No remorse will she feel
Nor release will she receive
As night has been unleashed
The black star has awoken