Holy Wood Nights

[daibhidc]

(With apologies to Bob Seger)

She was from a little town of which you've never heard,
He was former student at UU.
They'd both wanted to break into the moving pictures biz,
But there was more to it all than they knew.

Yeah,
There was more than they knew.

He found a shack and a diary upon the golden beach,
Learned there was something there under the sand.
She was drawn to a gate in the hillside each time she fell asleep,
Higher and higher and higher she climbed.

And those Holy Wood nights,
In those Holy Wood hills,
When the stars would come right,
Just the thought gave them chills.

All those sleepwalking nights,
In those forgotten hills,
It's a force she can't fight,
Is it for good or ill?

They'd been called Rimward by a force they can't explain,
Something that echoed somewhere in their souls,
They were descended from those who'd been in this place before,
Summoning Osric to get some control.

Yeah,
The gold man brought control.

Night after night she sleepwalked to try to free the guard,
Then came the moment that the Things broke through,
He gazed in horror at a giant version of her face,
Wondering just what the hell he should do.

And those Holy Wood nights,
In those Holy Wood hills,
When the stars had come right,
It gave everyone chills.

As it came through the light,
And overwhelmed their wills,
To look on that sight,
Was to need dried frog pills.