Melody witchcraft stands in window
conjuring the winter storm
Melody drips her blood on candle
the flames are casting silent forms
Under the staircase in her book
she presses flowers and insect wings
She draws a circle around the star
and wraps it up with string
Melody rose like the mists of Avalon
under a halo of light.
Conjuring souls through the ancient corridors
draped in the shadows of night
Melody witchcraft emanates
a violet aura seldom seen
She stands and whispers incantations
alleviates her suffering
Melody lights a secret candle
places it above the well
Under the moonlit looming gables
she's lowering the pail
Melody rose like the mists of Avalon
under a halo of light
Conjuring souls through the ancient corridors
draped in the shadows of night
Her soul, a pagan minstrel
in the forest of the dead
Her eyes are fixed and ominous
she floats above her bed
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth