The streets so silent, dark and dank
No soul can hear the child wake
Out of bed and down the stair
She puts on her cloak and mounts her mare
Flying through the wind, child and horse as one
Only nocturnal hours is her fun
She screeches and laughs as they gallop faster
Turning into a she-demon master
Horse of ground morphs into ashes
Large black dragon scales flashes
Up into the air beast and master fly
Calling on the dead with a loud cry
Soaring through the clouds is her affection
Avoiding all forms of mortal detection