Every night I go to sleep,
I dream this dream like
No other dream;
The stars align and the Black Moon shines,
The dark clouds play gently in the sky
A word is whispered that only I may hear,
And Even Heard, it sends a shiver down my spine:
The locks of Never light dance around a throne
That sits upon a Hill of talking bones-
Upon it sits one who lovers seek,
Her countenance Angelic to gaze upon
And in her eyes that shine so bright
You can get higher than the highest heights-
And on her lap sits the delicate Black Rose
With which she pricks her thumb on its thorns;
With that blood she writes what I may never forget,
"The Queen of Dreams Rules my heart
With an Iron fist."