Sisters of the Moon

Intense silence

As she walked in the room

Her black robes trailing

Sister of the moon

And a black widow spider makes

More sound than she

And black moons in those eyes of hers

Made more sense to me

Heavy persuasion

It was hard to breathe

She was dark at the top of the stairs

She called to me

And so I followed

As friends often do

I cared not for love nor money

And I think she knew

Well, the people they love her

But still they are the most cruel

She asked me, Be my sister

Sister, sister of the moon?

Some call her Sister of the Moon

Some say illusions are her game

They like to wrap her in velvet

Does anyone, ooh, know her name?