so mote it be

weeping night, behold me
speaking things into being
a spell is on the air
let it ring true

truest of hearts, shine
bind the darkness, that threatens
raven's breast
and some essence of belladonna, to sweeten
please, bring him to me

entranced of vision
let it be love
honest affection, from deep within

midnight's need, hastens the magic
on the altar of hope, an offering
my ailment known

I got a feeling you know my pain
aching lust between two
nothing to be done for it
it just is

secret fantasy involved in the internal friction
causing so much trouble
deep within me burn

just for a touch from you smooth operator
desire growls and my eyes plead
you glare at me

stoic, always in control
you give me just enough to keep me hanging on
sulking in the shadows, I hide away

my thoughts turn dark and I retreat
I can bear no more
your masculine sway wins every time

charming the vixen seducing my vulerability
you see into the future
I do not

so mote it be