The Enchanted Tree

I find myself walking in my sleep, into the forrest of lavender ghosts that speak

The feeling of forgiveness, of lost memories, the torment of desire, where I search for love

The enchanted tree calls my name, and I follow it, the words are soft, and low, the leaves shake

Above my head, I can hear my lovers voice, he is asking for my grace, my mercy, upon his death

We were fighting each others temper, the night, the light, never the same, the madness of anger

Not wishing bad, but bad things were coming this way, from the evils of the grave, the devil would long for me

As I find my naked soul, it is torn with bitterness, the drunken fool, the powers of control, linger in my veins, trying to escape the pain

The enchanted tree is leading me, to take my soul, where the ghosts demons burn in furious flames, fires purple passions rise

To become immortal, and I will find the blood of the hunter, and he will carry me to my destination, into the forrest of enchantment, and mistaken

Where I will see his face, in the hollow of the forbidden, and we will entwine into the branches of blame, and become one