Life runs in fear
Light hides Her joy
Twilight comes, faster than before

The dark paladins come out to dance
Beneath the scented arms of tall nymphs
Dark flowers of ink bloom in the growing darkness

The drums beat their way into the heart of the forest
Black thorns spring up from the light footsteps
Of His satyr’s hooves
and the blood of green trees
Slides mercilessly into the soil
corrupting the very core

Their harsh laughter flits from shadow to shadow
Embracing the darkness only midnight could summon
The bloody festival overcomes the cries of innocence
Darkness only grows and grows,
worse and worse

Leaves fall and wither; black ashes of life are left
In His terrible wake, trailing snarling distortions
Weave and waver around his scarred fingers
Black destruction spreading out behind,
ahead His evil followers wait zealously

Around Him the trees groan, crack and fall back
to the ground that once birthed them
the inky violet shadows bring deep surges of power  
The power of destruction and corruption rising
He throws His head back and laughs
Leaves rippled at His sadistic mirth

if only they knew,
if only they knew that He had won
and She had lost
and dawn would
never come again