Abzinthian!

So are you in or are you not?

To open the knot

She asked me with a smile most mesmerizing, and foul

How could have I known that by accepting

I would be sucked into a vortex of madness

And the way out would be lost for me

Until I would find the lock

That was however only step one

The key was buried inside a stone of goat

Protected by oath that one could not conjure

Without the knowledge of the nightside

Oh Abzinthian, how beautiful are thy eyes

And thy scent of lust drives even the strongest man insane

How did I get lost in this labyrinth?

The flame in the candle is flickering in the cold breeze

That must be the way out

But I was wrong

Oh, Abzinthian you cursed me

It would have been probably easier just to pull the teeth out

But I guess... For you it was never an option

Oh Abzinthian, how did your beauty turn so quick into cruelty?

This I must ask myself before I can use the key

Oh Abzinthian