Midnight in the Haunted Woods
She steps inside barefoot
A Revealing Moonlight
Is Stretched upon a Graveyard
Peaceful, Yet so Fragile
She knows exactly when
It’s all going to End
She knows exactly how
She’s going to prevail
With her beautiful dark eyes
She’s searching for where he lies
A Tomb made out of Black Stone
This is his ultimate Prize
In the solitude of her mind
She always thought, “He will be mine”
Now he must feel benign
That benighted by a Lunar Sign
She’s coming to lie next to him
Under the tallest Pine
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