An ancient tale-
Their stories untold.

They rise this night
creatures of the Dark-
creatures of Death-
creatures of Beauty.

Pale skin,
blood-stained lips,
swirling black hair.

They march in stately procession,
the wind howling alongside them
as they carry the throne
of their
King
and
Queen.

These restless souls
who shall never find rest.

Spinning webs of magick
as they sing their funeral dirge-
they have come
to rise-
forever