LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ann Jennings

She is not last, she is not first
She is a spell, she is a verse
She rides a broom, she rides a hearse
Black of night, a gypsy's curse

She is not lost, but she is not found
To this earth, she is not bound
Among the stars, she wears her crown
And she sings, to the howling hounds

She is the dark dark dark
She is the stars stars stars
She is the witch's black heart
And the boogeyman's caviar

She always roams, but is always home
She is all knowing, but never known
She is lonesome, but not alone
She is the meat, but not the bones

She is timeless, she never ends
In her deep ocean, the monsters swim
She calls the night, her dearest friend
If you're not scared yet, she'll twist the knife in

She is the dark dark dark
She is the stars stars stars
She is the witch's black heart
And the boogeyman's caviar

Cryptic truth, a dangerous dare
Match ready, fuel for nightmares
Raven wings, black like tar
Cuts deep, leaves a wicked scar

She is the dark dark dark
She is the stars stars stars
She is the witch's black heart
And the boogeyman's caviar

She's been there since the start
And she'll be there when we part

She is the dark dark dark
She is the stars stars stars
She is the witch's black heart
And the boogeyman's caviar