The woods were bright that night

As I walked amongst the dead

Trees and stepped through moonlight.

She smiled in the shadows

A partial moon

But bright in the dark,

A lantern of hope,

A light to mark.

I stepped through the gloom

And pulled her near,

Her curves defined

In bright silver.

She felt so soft,

I was decieved.

Her skin was cold,

My soul was cleaved.

Now I wander the woods at night

In search of my soul

In the deep moonlight.