Candle Curse from The Summons by Broken Wolves

Touching on a purest night
Kept from sight, under candlelight
Earlly eve when shadows dance
Waltzed and spun in old romance

Kin of wolf howl and cry
Curtains to curfew till I die
What is this, nocturnal bliss?
Vanilla moon bore nature's kiss
Silence flew on night's advance
Tackled in an ancient trance

Visions burning low, in twisted ember glow
Daybreak be my nurse from this candlecurse

Tell me now sluggish sight
How demons now delight?
Haze of mind, too blunt to fight
Sheer the veil of wrong and right

Tower cast a fearless flame
Golden hue of lion's mane
Stairway, whipser my ascent
Creak a tune of past lament
Frosty pins tickle me sharp
Pounce on nerves from midnight harp

Play the marionette, forlorn silhouette
Daybreak be my nurse from this candlecurse

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