And she called to me
Her black robes trailing
Heavy persuasion
Sister, sister of the moon"
And black moons in those eyes of hers
They like to wrap her in velvet
Sister of the moon
Some say, illusions are her game
Made more sense to me
She was dark at the top of the stairs
She asked me, "Be my sister
And still they are the most cruel
Well, the people, they love her
I cared not for love nor money
More sound than she
And a black widow spider makes
Some call her sister of the moon
And so I followed as friends often do
It was hard to breathe
And I think she knew