The Lone Dancer

The coldest hour of the night

The hour of wolves, the hour of Ice

The Winds are bleak and bloody knives

Which murder with demonic grace

The dead are whistling in their graves

The Moon glows silver and insane

The walls creak and scream and moan

And in the dark I dance alone

Reviews

[Toby]

I love how sharp and seemingly violent this is, oh it just works so well together and kind of leaves you feeling strange and sickly, in a good way. Thanks for writing!