When the setting sun glows with the red of the rose
Awaken the fire inside
In a dark masquerade as the orchestra fades
On the wings of the raven he rides
With a crisp serene adrift like a dream
tangled on the autumn breeze
like a twist in time tilled in silent rhyme
echoing through the trees
Laced in wicked display with the passion to slay
weaving a warm tale to bind
a smile with the ray of a silvery blade
whispering deep in your mind
Like a dark serenade in a midnight charade
a velvety blanket of gold
shifting the shape of the shadows it makes
warming the depths of your soul
