Tonight the wind begins to howl,
a murder crows from wizened tree,
at my door proclaims
that she has come for me.
Her face, my face, is ghostly pale,
one touch draws heat up from
She means to lead me to my grave
and sings of this in high-pitched tones.
She shouts triumphant her intent
this shadow-self that I despise,
to drag me
me from my earthly home
toward distant lands and astral skies.
Between our worlds the veil grows thin
with silver cord she binds me tight
sent this ghastly fetch
who summons me to death tonight?
Itís best to turn my mind away
avert my eyes from ghastly twin,
waits in just one glance,
eternal darkness lies within.