The Devils Mistress.

She was dancing with the wolves,
To their howling sounds.
Her cape was flowing in the wind,
Her feet didn't touch the ground.

The moon it shone straight through her cloak,
Her body silhouetted against the sky.
Her hood fell back and from her pretty face,
Trickled tears down from her eyes.

She threw back her head and sang a song,
The words were crisp and plain,
But what she sang, it chilled my heart,
And I'll never be the same.

"He tossed me to the devil,
In a card game he could not win.
Now the wolves they are my keepers,
Until my husband repays his sins."

"For 200 years he's kept me here,
But I haven't aged a day.
Suicide doesn't even work,
And escape there is no way."

I thought I'd try to save her,
From her eternal fate.
But as I drew near the wolves they jeered,
And chased me far away.

So if you're ever on the Dales,
And hear her lullaby.
Remember these words and turn and go,
Cause to save her I've already tried.

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