Whisper to me the stories of midnight
When the moon is lonely and all alone at night
Murmur to me the folk tales of the night
When the sounds of the wolves and the owls and the bats
Are the only loud creepers creaking and cracking in the quiet dark night
Sing to me the souls, lyrics of the silent night
When the angel of death is the only beast awake
Walking, wandering the earth from corner to corner
Crafting on life to rob in these odd and dreaded hours of the naked night
Tell me the sumptuous tales and lore of sensual midnight
While beheld tight between your groins and brains in huffing breaths
That I may remember them a tender treasure even tomorrow
When the light is and bright: the sun is shiny and sweet
Whisper to me the expiations of spent midnight
When all is silent and quiet but the moans and groans
Of your questing thirsts, of your savouring feasts
Oh-oh, sigh, sigh sweet in these verges of your satisfied expirations
And I will know forever the broth and breath for your midnight emotions
