Gothic November
Lurking in the dusty shades
Of city lanterns
Old squeaky door with a lock
Embraced by rust
Thick cobweb and a scent of misty moss
Beyond the moonlight
I love to caress the stones
To feel their warm heartbeat
Mesmerized in me are the ghost songs
Sung by the falling leaves
Holy November
Take me to the hidden temple
On crow's wings
So I will make a wish upon the grieving stars
Standing in the runic circle.....