Moonrise by Dark's guise, and outside it begins Warmth spreads where once dead, the soul sheds one more sin Lock and key won't hold me, won't console the pervasive need A brave few, I crave you: I, a slave to the feed
Somewhere a heart beats, somewhere a heart bleeds Longing for redemption's icy kiss Tonight I'll try again, that I might comprehend That I might savor, the fountain of love's bliss
"Come close!", the snake gloats - oh, the pathos of it all! "Bring things," the serpent sings, the trap springs on the thrall Moonrise through new eyes, the veil belies the beast within Dangled dead by one thread, wings spread...
[ A second voice, perhaps hundreds of miles away, yet projected from within her head, interrupts Alexandra's waking aria. It is as though the thoughts and words of some distant creature have alerted Alexandra to it's presence... ]