Deep within abandoned castle, Pacing restless through daylight - Once the crescent moon doth rise She will stalk throughout the night Silent beauty hunts in darkness Daughter of shadow and dark whispers, A curved blade flashes at the ready Silence broken by their whimpers Each murmur upon night breeze, Could be the Huntress moving in - The only signal of her coming Is the shiver upon your skin © Amanda Lancaster, 2006
