Your heart has turned dark
Your eyes blinks a spark
Your breath almost stinks
The awful smell of your skin
Makes my head spin
This momentary night
As the sky is beamed alight
The moon shining over you
Sprinkling the magical dew
You climb on the peak
To embrace what you seek
I've grown too weak
With no energy to speak
My powers, I've lost
This kind of death is the worst
But you, trying to revive me
To how I was, I again can be
The approach of midnight
I'm holding on tight
My breathe fading slowly
Around none, I'm lonely
A vigorous howling cry
My throat has gone dry
I felt dragged under the moon
The magical dew showered soon
On my body which was torn
And a new me, was born...


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