Gypsy Nights - Austin

Daylight falls
Gives way to night
The quiet land
Grows dark
The demons come
From out their dens
And dance
The Dance of Death
Then shadows part
And there steps out
His highness
The stately Lord of Sorrows
He bows with a grin
And silently sits
Upon his thrown
Of Brambles and Bone
The demons praise
And bow to him
The Last Clown Prince of Death
Then daylight comes
To banish them
The night courts
Of the kingdom of mourning
And he fades into the shadows
From hence he came.

Austin