The silent prophet
Seeks his inspiration after midnight
With a candle lit for comfort
In the shadow of the shade

Belladonna
Waves a parasol beneath the window
So enchanting and inviting
In the scheme that she has laid

The lonely prophet
Waves to Belladonna from the window
In the hope that she will notice
And may wish to know his name

But cruel Belladonna
Turns to face the waiting sunrise
With its promise of excitement
Thinking little of the game

Shine your lantern brightly
Do not heed the darkness lightly
We must always talk politely
In the presence of the night
Deadly nightshade
Hear me calling
Shadows of the evening
Falling down

The quiet prophet
Gathers up his papers for the fire
He alone will read the message
In the words that he has burned

Belladonna tries the door
To find the room is empty
And she coldly rakes the ashes
For the love that she has spurned