as if gathering the forces of a thousand black night breezes, the myriad consciousness that was Vlad whirled from the stars into that space inside his skull - he was back. and his nostrils quivered - he could smell the Risen Goddess, the Mary Ellen Carter, that women of the lily white loins and the spirit like the Goddess Kali.

and a huge moan came out of him, as he lay under the tree, singing..

I dreamed a dream the other night
Lowlands, lowlands, away my John
I saw my love dressed all in white
Lowlands, my lowlands, awaaay..

She came to me at my bedside
Lowlands, lowlands, away my John
Dressed all in white like some tasty bride.
Lowlands, my lowlands, awaaay..

And nestled in her bosom there
Lowlands, lowlands, away my John
A red, red rose my love did wear.
Lowlands, my lowlands, awaaay..

that rose was wet, and warm and sweet
Lowlands, lowlands away my meat
her long black braids
hung o'er my feet
Lowlands, my lowlands, awaaay..

She made no sign, no word she said
And then I knew my love was dead.
Lowlands, my lowlands, awaaay..

She waved her hand, she turned her hips
Lowlands, lowlands away my meat
I wiped saliva from out my lips...
Lowlands, my lowlands, awaaay..