She dances with the moonlight In a ring with the silent forest and the stars' j**els embroidered in her ethereal garment From silver lips chameleon thoughts transmitted to the deepest cave the sanctuary of the sleeping dragon Slowly recovering its wounded mind from the false reflections of a broken mirror I will cross the moat that keeps our worlds apart May your nebulus hands be my shroud Succubus Priestess In me you taste your past In you I experience my future Her touch is the cold breeze that numbs my carnal disguise and makes the glow inside to blaze up and spread Torches blend with misty blue to celebrate the birth our bond is sealed in red our kiss is the everlasting moments