The Poet and the Muse 

There's an old tale wrought with mystery, of Tom the Poet and his muse
And a magic lake which gave a life to the words the poet used 
Now, the muse she was his happiness, and he rhymed about her grace 
And told her stories of treasures deep beneath the blackened waves 
Till' in the stillness of one dawn, still in its misty crown 
The muse she went down to the lake, and in the waves she drowned 

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch’s cabin key
Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night 
That's how you reshape destiny 

The poet came down to the lake to call out to his dear 
When there was no answer he was [bad word] with fear 
He searched in vain for his treasure lost and too soon the night would fall 
Only his own echo would wail back at his call 
And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he'd create 
Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake

And now to see your love set free
You will need the witch’s cabin key
Find the lady of the light, still raving in the night 
That's how you reshape destiny 

In the dead of night she came to him with darkness in her eyes 
Wearing a mourning gown, sweet words as her disguise 
He took her in without a word for he saw his grave mistake 
And vowed them both to silence deep beneath the lake 
Now, if it's real or just a dream one mystery remains 
For it is said, on moonless nights they may still haunt this place