Lux Occulta

Black goatskin covers my arms
I am the hunter, at one with the forest
the moon is my eye
the air is so thick, so heavy tonight
someone is crying... or was it laughter?
I enter the fairyland
Frozen silence
Where am I?
Two yellow stars
blaze in the dark
The lion-woman did not devour me
though all my weapons have disappeared
'The poisoned fruit will give life to the dead'