Looming Black Apparition

Ghostly pale in the glow of the trees Haunted by spirits of the past Hovering cold mist covering the air With the cackle of the crones in darkness A suffocating apparition draws near Only the semblance of its dark aura present Its essence can be felt all around With the eerie moon glowing Spectral embers flickering the death of night With the black funeral march procession Death bell tolls in the witching gloom The last breath of man, a sigh in the witches death breath Chanting and schizophrenic screams in anguish All telepathic visions are opened to the void This lost spirit dwelling in the forest Remembers all the pain of life before Now ready with skeletal hand reaching out To take my life away To the distant evil plane of nightmares I have often reached deep in my subconcious Maybe a soul as lost as mine will purgate In the dark forest, with all possession at hand In the nocturnal glorious nights of melancholy And the lonely spirits who dwell there This black apparition which looms in the trees Outside my rotten hut, a doppelganger of my Future existence in pain, in loneliness seeking Through the bushland at one with nature and night