Hallowed Twilight hour
Doth thine eyes decieve thee
in the hallowed twilight hour
Trash mine heart against thy own,
and depart from me it’s power
Thou seeketh perchance, an ailing qualm
that of which thou must behold
Verily I bid thee rendered aide
lest we forsake embrace of gold
Deliver grace upon thy neck
with simple, splendid kiss
Thine silky face must brighten yet
to reach forthcoming bliss
Prithee be silent alow the dark
Yea, dwindle earthly fear
Speak with thy hands caressing mine
so comfort transpires clear
Beneath these stars I hold such truths
and treasure mine belief
Tis no fight better: a life of love
Rather than pondering unto grief
MOONSHINE NOCTURNE 