The moonlight shines upon her hair
the eyes of all the damned did stare
enchanted by her beauty fair
each step she took she must beware.
They called to her on every breeze
they watched her from amongst the trees
they longed for her on bended knees
her love could free them from their disease.
For her they fought both day and night
to pursue her affections within plain sight
the victor who won would be given the right
to claim for himself her healing light.
But alas, her soul flew like a dove
her heart she gave to an angel from above
in return, to her he vowed his love
to which the damned swore they’d rid of.