Prelude To The Dance
The wind had fallen silent
The night was still
A full moon did fill the sky
With a ghostly yellow light
Night creatures of the twilight hour
Awoke, hidden by a cloak of darkness
To take their fill in the forest
No human voices spoke here
Not since that horrific day
One hundred years ago
There had been a terrific storm
Villagers say that it had been born
From the fires below
The trees swayed to and fro
Almost beckoning
With their long black spidery limbs
Drawing up the dregs from the molten well beneath
Calling upon the wicked whims of hell
As the grief of the storm drew to a close
There arose in the darkest depths of the woods
A scream
That could turn a tranquil dream
Into a nightmare
And there
In the forest cemetery
The dance of the demons began…