Lost Souls Tavern

But to go on . . .In an old oak tavern the old lady sits ,in a corner well warmed by the elder men's stinch .And the tavern boards rot like the gut of it's men ,and the old lady rocks dreaming peace from all sins .And even little ones run about the dim lit space ,and the old farmer's pig is served on cracked plates ,la di da di they call it the Lost Souls Tavern ,la di da da in limbo spirits hang ,la di da di as we wait for our fortune ,la di da da and our fortune is our fate! About ChrystalSkye*- " I am the purveyor of thought and sin .I tear apart countries ,myself and men. Come away with me into the shadows dark haven ,we can hide in the old hickory tree ,hear tales from the raven . You can twirl my long locks of golden hair ,and I will tell you stories of joyous fright and despair . Out of the corners ,dark as night ,we'll hear someone whisper "Welcome to the Lost Souls Tavern" . . . much to my delight .