Taken from 1989's "A Sultan's Ransom" Moonlight bathes the woodland, Breathless night on chilled scented air. Neath mist enshrouded willow, Stirs a lady ivory white and fair. My gaze is drawn to that silver hair those Eyes of ebony bright. Never have I witnessed such beauty, as in she who walks alone this night. But all is deception, A demon as goddess guised. My mind is drained of resistance, Senses hypnotised. Beckoning me to follow her lead, Into depths of mystery. I am bewitched doing as ...