The Hour of Shadows..
Hour of Shadows.
The mysterious moon guides
what her eyes strain to hide,
hidden deep inside she has a
secret too horrible to confide.
It was her fathers pride
to make his daughter his bride,
Many sermons he did preach
artful and voracious was he in speech
and to the multitudes he did reach.
May you eternally burn in the depths
of the Dragons lair, as a penance,
A sentimental sacrament,
for devouring your child's innocence!