You have sailed the seven seas of lonely Come here through a wilderness of pain Eyes have watched you on this journey closely Now it's time to serve your Chatelaine Buried in the backwoods where the birds no longer sing Hung from willows waging war with time Carried on the streams of sunlight breaking through in strings Ivy sprawls her hands against your climb You were in the parlor when the wind ran through your hair With the ghosts of gods and captured souls The wine was warm for her private storm and the signs all read "Beware" She was at the fire still stoking coals Against her lips and her trembling hips you stood no chance in hell She led you by your hand into the wilds And amid the frenzies and endless entries your hungers rose and fell You could almost touch salvation when she smiled