Spellbinding night

In the spellbinding garden
Of the conscious mind
Everything melts in the mists of time
And paranormal phenomena
Reaches out embraces and entwines
The darkness as well as the light
As the witchcraft and magic
Combine with the alchamistic arts
In the season of the full blood moon
I feel the ether as it fills the room
The ethereal transformation
Raises up the ebony night
I sense the phantoms taking flight
The supernatural mysteries
Are obscuring my mystical sight
Taking me away in a black arts delight
As we dance around the crimson tide
Of the seedier side of the shadowy aspects of life
And as we tumble down the rickety stairs
I feel the abandonment in the eyeless gargoyles glare
With glowing red eyes that scream at us to just beware
The visions of this scary spectral night
I dissappear in the blink if an eye
In the paranormal fog of anguish and supernatural cry
That offers no real hope and tells no lies
In the bewitching moments of the full blood moon night.