Salvation Of A Mourning Lover

The darkest of despair had brought,

to my troubled mind an evil thought.

My soul drowned in an emotional flood,

had cast magic, bound in blood.

Written on the parchment, was one loved name,

the rosewood chips feeding the flame.

Drawn on the table was the angel's holy star,

burning my palm was a fresh scar.

My parched lips murmured the feverish spell,

which had imprisoned many, in the deepest abyss of the hell.

Trade was of souls, not one but two,

to receive this payment, Lilith's son flew.

With open arms, I embrace my fate...

and surrender myself at his castle's gate.

He smiles at me and kisses me goodnight,

and carries me to the place, where I and my love shall unite.