Ascendant

The fields are overgrown, the moon grows wan

On an accursed road forever on

A figure calls out beckoning in firelight

A tongue of silver reckoning, offer respite

Come weary traveler, come rest your eyes

Traveling on tonight would be unwise

Join in our revelry, arcane reprise

Equip your mind to see, that you may rise

A spectral veil withdrawn

Unglamoured forms appear

A question posed to nymph and faun

What do demons hold dear?