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