As the moon is calling
Lovers in its light
To write forbidden passions
With the ink of the heart
The shiver of the secret
The elation of love
A shelter from solitude
In this realm of trouble
The stars are shining bright
In the dreamy pupils
Nymphs in the roses
Are revealed to the night
Above the lovely souls
Branches of mistletoe
Envelop a jewel
Precious flame of love
In the veil of the moon
An impossible love
A queen and a sorcerer
Sharing a romance
In the mist of midnight
Two shadows interlaced
Holding each other
Frightened by the pyre
A tyrant king
And a forgotten queen
For Hellenic tragedy
this wicked prophecy
Always into danger
always into pain
Instead of a safe life
An eternal Love
And the night hold the secret …
Away from prying eyes
The soulmates unify
Petrifying time
Just by a kiss
The exciting passion
Of an early love
Wishing for the dawn
To never come again
Living a dream
Into reality
The swelling need
Of this addictive magic
The roses leave their thorns
Opening quietly
Singing in silence
The eternal song of love
And the night hold the secret …
The Storyteller
The Apprentice
Hestya Celycen,
the Queen Witch
Lyz Wilstorm,
Apprentice’s Beloved