I ride a horse through dreary woods

With crimson marble eyes.

Swamp serpents circle chestnut trees

Whilst I lash blackened thighs.

We cross betwixt the mist and sea

And piercing rays of dawn,

While harpies’ croon tunes magically

And wolves fawn over fawn.

And lo we came upon a grass

Where seraphs hold the moon.

We watch it dance on harbor waves

And know we’ll be home soon.