"The Moon, she hangs lik...soft winds whisper the bidding of trees ...and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams ...A Queen of Snos ...Of my pondlife as pear...Cut Her free of this World ...The trees stank of sunset and camphor ...sitive glance, like the shadows they cast ...love picking rue by the light of the moon ...Putting reason to flight ...By the taffeta Ley ...Of Her hips that held ...Save a mist on the rise ...Her ghost in the fog ...(Five men of God) ......Her ghost in the fog ...Beneath the Cedar's stare ...The Church bell tower k...The village mourned her by the by ...For She'd been a witch ...A Queen of snow ...Of a milky white skin ...A graceful Angel of Sin ...The breeze stank of sunset and camphor ...Putting reason to flight ...By the taffeta Ley ...Save a mist on the rise ...Her ghost in the fog ...Her ghost in the fog ...Her ghost in the fog